Stormshield

Standing so close to the edge
 pumping more until they burst
 The only thing not being done
 is getting these bridges burned
 Still sowing seeds of hate
 growing nicely in the weak
 While preparing for the terror
 that is yet to be unleashed
 With your gums oiled and greased
 and your biggest smile in place
 Your role is that one of a priest
 to convert them all with haste
 Still sowing seeds of hate
 growing nicely in the weak
 While preparing for the terror
 that is yet to be unleashed
 Another lie to calm things down
 Storming - the winds of hate
 Hating - all that you create