Botanist - Total Entarchy lyrics

Across the whistling winds Comes the stalwart voice The ghost we knew so well And with a swiftness And with the fury Comes the fate we'll live to tell John Chapman calls to the living To the arms of the unforgiving As cold as stone And bare as bone As the furnace roars We go, we go, we go to war Now the storm winds blow As the dark clouds creep And comes the fire For our black souls to steep Now with electric eyes We plot our course Fueled by fire We charge with force No mercy to follow Just a settled score As the furnace roars We go to war