WUCAN - Father Storm

Текст песни

I don’t need your wind to howl through my forest
Father storm deep in your soul there’s nothing to harvest
My soil ain’t a carpet for your saint vitus dance
Watch me take your name
None of your thunders will wither my roots
Watch me rise over you
I’ll take your name and turn it into something good
So you better learn
I will take your name and turn it into something real
Never seen before
I will take your name and as your have sown the wind
You will reap the storm
Hey!