Thunderbolt
Clash of the tempest
And I heard the sound loudly crying:
Gather, I'm the failure redeem
And the secret within
I'll be fleeting for I'm everlasting
I'm the shame of the proud
I'm the symptom and the cure of all
I'm the morming light slaved in each sunrise
And the hidden counting time bomb in your soul
I am the light slaved in each sunrise
I'm a set up times bomb in your soul