Reapers Gale Lyrics

Reapers Gale

Crawl down sun this is not your time
This is not your time 
Black waves slide Under the sheathed moon 
Upon the shore a silent storm 
Heaves up from crimson foam 
A will untamed A new age born 
From your mountain nests 
High mountain nests 
Your iron clouds To leave the sea its dancing 
Refuse of stars On this host of salty midnight tides Gather drawn and draw tight 
Your tempest 

The storm comes Shouldering aside 
The storm comes In a marching wind 
This reaper’s gale 

The storm comes On this wild ride (Nowhere to run) 
The storm comes Riding a black sail 
This reaper’s gale