Ira - Year Of The Goat

Slowly it’s awakened

Silent this time

A growing rage like a serpent

With a cunning grin, I took a bite

Blinded by fury

Who knows evil from good

I hear him laughing, that old serpent

It echoes through the night

Some say it’s over now

The days when we were glorious

A sharp sword from my mouth

Will strike their nations down

Those gentle answers

Humbly given by wise

Turns to a steel edge sharpened

At the end of a fool’s knife

I’ll be the righteous judge

No calm when I’m reborn

For those fallen short of the glory

I’ll be the tempest, I’ll be the storm

A fool says it’s over now

The days of my father’s wrath

The hate dwelling in the soul

Merge with the returning son

I’m cleansing the dirt from the evils of man

But a foul taste of sour grapes lingers on

My words like a blade and my teeth are set on edge

A fire grows a thunderstorm over the world

(Fire)

(Like a thunderstorm)

(Like a thunderstorm)

Regenerate yourself through my blood

A dark red poison through your veins

Now drink it all

For this is my blood (This is my body)

Like glancing through a window melted by the sunlight

(Praise the morning star)

The stories of the father turns to vapor as a new sunrise

(All is gone)

The ruler of the dolorous

On the throne before us

His light will never find you

Through the ice around you

A longing for the coldness far away from sunlight

(Praise the morning star)

The memory of the father

Shattered in this new sunrise

(All is gone)

The ruler of dolorous

On the throne before us

His light will never find you

Through the ice around you

No one there to guide you

I’m cleansing the dirt from the evils of man

But a foul taste of sour grapes lingers on

My words like a blade and my teeth are set on edge

A fire grows a thunderstorm over the world