Clash of the tempest
And I heard the sound loudly crying:

Gather, Iґm the failure redeem
And the secret within
Iґll be fleeting for Iґm everlasting
Iґm the shame of the proud
Iґm the symptom and the cure of all

Iґm the morming light slaved in each sunrise
And the hidden counting time/time bomb in your soul

I am the light slaved in each sunrise
Iґm a set up times bomb in your soul