A rumble of clouds, throw sounds to the crowd with scowl
So bolt down your cups for the winds are beginning to howl

With a quickness of glance, your chance to advance has now ceased
So drop to your knees and turn in the souls you have leased

And the preacher keeps time with a ragged refine
At a pace that defies his bones
And with sweat on his brow, he nervously vows
To never give up his throne

Oh, but there’s no escaping the storm

With a wit to forfeit all the sins that befit his prestige
The courage he feigned was quickly replaced with unease

For the self-righteousness he possessed, repressed all of his heart
And the hate he displayed for the unsaved became that which tore him apart

And the rivers rise high to meet blotted out skies
That shed down the waters of old
And in your good book it’s told that you reap what you sow
So why do you harvest your woes?

Oh, and there’s no escaping the storm

The lies that infect all the ones we elect we believe
So long as we think that we’re fighting the same enemy

And these foes you must smite to make right of the might of your team
Just reflect all the shame in the game of your hypocrisy

And a thunderous crash turns crumbling ash
To the cloak of the wicked deceit
And with blood on their hands, they anxiously stand
Solemn in their defeat

Oh, and there’s no escaping
Oh, and there’s no escaping
Oh, and there’s no escaping the storm