The Reaping Lyrics

Death to all remnants of the wise
The looming storm soon will arrive

In folly we have summoned
This whirlwind gathering might

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course
Toward this imminent storm
We go in silence

Hollowed out hearts fallen asleep
When will the wind tear us from dreams

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course
Toward this imminent storm
We go in silence

I'd fallen in line
Asleep in between time
The rolling of thunder opened my eyes
Can we turn around
It's coming this way
The wrath of this storm we won't escape

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course
Toward this imminent storm
We go in silence