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My arms shake, I can't feel my legs My skin flakes most every day Leaves a mess of a man In a sea full of sin The storm is coming in I open my mouth and find little voice I was meant to love you, I don't have much choice But I will sing this song and I'll sing it with joy The storm is coming in So I hold my breast Imagining The tenor and the bass singing We'll beat our breast and sing our song And whip ourselves to the candlelight And this song is to my enemy This song is for my priest And this song is for my eagerness In my ill prepared feast And like this rain I move it along Remembered only through my pathetic song But the wind it howls and the mobs that roar SongtexteThe storm is coming in I collect your name in a masons jar Places on my shelf and handled with care But sometimes the thunder shakes them close to the edge And the storm is coming in So it's broken glass on a hardwood floor Once was here, now no more It seems So I take the glass and stab the throat So I can hit the holy note from my hymns And this song is for the prophet This song is for the poor And this song is for the holy men Who abuse our sacred words And I'll get down on my knees Hallelujah I cry out your name So I hold my arms Imagining the tenor and the bass singing And we beat our breast and sing our songs And whip ourselves tot he candlelight And this song is to my enemy And this song is for my priest And this song is for my eagerness An ill prepared feast And I'll get down on my knees Hallelujah I cry out your name And I thank you And I love you But I must make you understand I have become less than a man And the storm is coming in Aus Songtexte Mania