I stand before thee, gods of all prestine  come forth to see, all things to be seen  now know the presence, and choose thy wrath  for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path    come now in sweeping vengeance  come now in needed time  I demand as I stand before you  cleanse this worlds decay    I demand to know the light of a promised land  I demand to see this corrosion wiped away    and the slithering begins  as the shell of men crawl weeping  and as the light of dawn is growing  the realization sets in  and with the winds that are blowing  the final truth has come  that the ways of the shallow empty  have brought it down  the winds that are blowing  shall bring it down    and while your clinging  to the ways of your worthless life  your words is falling  you are left with nothing  and with the winds that are blowing  the final truth has come  your ways so shallow and empty  have brought it down  your ignorant haze  has brought it down    return these days to the righteous  heal these wounds of time  I have waited so long  for the winds of change to come  through eyes still clear  through eyes not dulled by fear  through eyes behind the soul  I see what must be...    I demand to know the light of a promised land  I demand to see this corruption wiped away