Winds of March - Driver

They live in a state of confusion

Tragedy and stress

We know that you have the solution

You keep it for yourself

They silence the voice of reason

The hand controls the game

All under the eye of illusion

While everybody plays

Nations are gathering for war

From the corners of the dark

Led by the armies of the North

Gathering the Winds of March

The voice of a thousand angels

Kneeling to the lamb

Watching them kill each other

And forfeiting the plan

Lovers of money and power

Destroyers of the truth

They’ve got to control the action

They force the hands of doom

Nations are gathering for war

From the corners of the dark

Led by the armies of the North

Like the rising Winds of March

Holding on, keep holding on

For you my friend

Unholy men of delusion

Terror in the streets

Selling their propaganda

The widow gently weeps

Nations are gathering for war

From the corners of the dark

Led by the armies of the North

Like the rising Winds of March

Satan is gathering for war

From the corners of the dark

Taking the nations of the world

Through the mighty Winds of March