Words cut like razors
I'm hearing voices in the storm
I don't know which way to turn

I'm hearing voices
Voices in the Storm


Hold down the thunder
The weight of wonder is breaking my back in two
Call down the Magic

I find it tragic that I can't be seen with you

Bring down the lightning

You find it frightening to sleep inside my tower
Please keep your distance
I have no resistance to your charm and your power (to your charm and your power)


Voices chant and voice call
Voices echo from the hall

Cloudy sounds force me to leave
Hoping one day that you will believe


Painful light and stolen shade
Vengeance paid with crimson blade
Icy stares and stormy nights

Pagan twist to sacred rites

Voices chant and voices call . . .


'We are the old people, we are the new people, we are the same people, stronger than before'.