The Gale

The seventh song on my upcoming album:

By now I should not need to mention anymore that Andrea Christen takes us on the journey through the making of this song artwork:

The Gale

A breeze is coming down the hill
upon which angry sparrows fly
they rustle and they stir the mind
their numbers multiply

We are the gale that swipes away
your empire of lies
we rip apart the veil of fear
you hold before our eyes

Oh I appeal, we struck a deal
you agreed to pay the price
I relieve you of your burden
and you, you close your eyes

You nourish and you worship me
your decisions now are mine
I feast upon your weaknesses
and you fall in line

Hear ten thousand wings beat all in vain
see wolf and man play their wicked game
twisted words fall to the ground
empty shells of putrid sound
this judgement you can not rescind:
you are scum – you are a pimp

We will cut off your tentacles
you’ll suffer at our hands
sow a wind and reap a storm
this wrath is beyond sense

You accuse me of deceit
of insincerity and greed
in truth it is a mirror
that you wish to defeat

Hear ten thousand wings beat all in vain
see wolf and man play their wicked game
twisted words fall to the ground
empty shells of putrid sound
this judgement you can not rescind:
you are scum – you are a pimp

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