Ill Winds - Deathtrap

I’ve seen the signs in a tempest of grey.

Something wicked coming this way.

Ancient evil with a face and name,

Mankind will tremble under its sway.

Ill winds are blowing,

Carry forth the devils cry.

The hurricane is coming,

I’ve seen the end in an ominous sky.

You can’t stop what’s coming this way.

We’ll be forced to face our darkest days.

Suffer the pain of the immovable weight,

but you can’t defy

The swinging hammer man calls fate.

I’ve foreseen the future and forsaken the past.

The weak will die young and the wicked die last.

Look out, there’s an ill wind blowing.

No escape, baby, from the ill wind blowing.

The storm is rising, and it’s coming for you.

The coming of our reckoning is manifest.

Retribution will come with this creeping death,

And in the swing of his scythe is where we’ll find our rest.

Ill winds are blowing,

Carry forth the devils cry.

The hurricane is coming,

I’ve seen the end in an ominous sky.

This primal evil prowls the barren lands.

At the heart of darkness is where we’ll stand.

The wolves are howling at the baddest moon.

Where will you be at the crack of doom?