Well on my way i smell the rain.
rumblings of a storm.
the cowards well run.
the warchild will fight.
they'll bring the world to its knees.
How will i know where will we go from here.
i'll tell you it's not what you dream about at nightalone.
and i run.
Tending to wounds.
i'm living the truth.
the stringth of a new found world and through it all.
the last man tall will havebled for a word callled free.
How will i know where will we go from here.
i'll tell you it's not what you dream about at night alone.
And i run.
and i run.
and i run.
and i run.