Storm Of Ideals - Misery Speaks

Your paradise is set on fire

A laughter for to kill my fear.

Fallen all of a sudden and burns in the flames of noncomformicy.

Like the last leaf of a dying tree!

This shall be a paralysing dream.

Shall we drown in a world of blood?

Cause you can not lose what have’nt got?

In a storm of ideals the malice exalts

Your idols burn in this iconoclast

Without a fear be in hate with everyone.

With a blackend soul and blackend thunder ablaze the sun.

Shall we drown in a world of blood?

Cause you can not lose what have’nt got?