Storm - Black Nail Cabaret

The army from the sky

The grey fat bodies

Are marching to the edge of the ground

I’m running in dust

As the warmth is swirling

Up into the sky

Try to catch your storm

Wanna ride against the wind

Feel the air on my back

Your dust fills my mouth

Flying through the storm

I hear that throbbing sound

These things in my head

I’m spinning round and round

I cross over the waves

Right into the danger

Looking for the sun behind

You are the beast of all

And I am the chaser

Turn my skin out to the light

The rain keeps falling

Your rain on me