Wings of the Storm

I was born under a bad sign The reason for a living on my own The people pulled their guns and sticking out their tongues The world were in gets weirder every day Escaping from the madness Hear me scream and shout Get rid of the devil That what it's all about Fly, eagle fly Far away On the wings of the storm Fly, eagle fly Over the mountains On the wings of the storm I was hoping for a change With lots of things ready to arrange Rats run down the alley, bad smells in the air Every day more reasons to despair Escaping from the madness Hear me scream and shout Get rid of the devil That what it's all about Fly, eagle fly Far away On the wings of the storm Fly, eagle fly Over the mountains On the wings of the storm

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025