Ira

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 the 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