Текст песни
The fury of out maker s hand, what will you do, to keep my head above the rest
One day the seas will churn, the creature
i will just do my best
One day the tides will turn, the fury of out maker s hand
O ne day the fields will burn, which way the wind blows, one day the fields will burn
The creature, full of pain
a mistake made of feelings
the dust of man
w with itself always at odds
No one really knows, the creature, one day the seas will churn
the pious the preacher
With a soul wrapping in chains, i need a savior
O ne day the fields will burn, the fury of out maker s hand
one day the fields will burn
the creature
The dust of man, no one knows why we are here Fury, the creature
The creature, man is a mistake cast out, shunned and cast down
Giving laughter and so many tears, f rom rock to fire
Giving life through breathe of gods, one day the tides will turn
f rom rock to fire
The fury of out maker s hand, t he fury of our makers hand, one day the seas will churn
one day the fields will burn
A mistake made of feelings, to keep my head above the rest
which way the wind blows
the fury of out maker s hand
To keep my head above the rest, no one knows why we are here, one day the tides will turn
the creature
One day the seas will churn, w with itself always at odds
i need a savior
What will you do, the dust of man, the fury of out maker s hand
The creature, the fury of out maker s hand Of, one day the tides will turn
The pious the preacher, one day the seas will churn, one day the seas will churn
one day the seas will churn
full of pain