The Hunger of the Beast

Black clouds and thunder growling in the distance
Carried this way on a windswept sky
Paralyzed, we can’t believe it’s coming but
Overhead wild birds are screaming in their flight

How can we feed the hunger of the beast
Dare we feed the hunger of the beast
Lock the door or help it breed
Either way we bleed
Either way we bleed

Crawling from the darkness the swamp of history
Muffled sounds are turning to a roar
Crushing weight drowning our creation
Making up for lost time and wanting, wanting more and more

Talking bout a new way of talking
Old order crashing down
Gonna see a dark moon rising
What went down is coming back round