He who speaks loudly will surely be heard
The truth will overcome
Instead of what makes us feel strong
But it's what the part demands
Revisions are not always wrong
The storm's about to rage, about to rage
The storm's about to rage, about to rage
We can march and beat the drum
Time to discover what's really, really, really right
Knowing all along
The storm's about to rage
Can stop and pray for rain
Sometimes revolution is kind
Storm's about to rage, about to rage, oh yeah
Blood is on your hands
Anger and tears
The storm's about to, about to, about to rage
Some pages in history will surely be burned
Heaven and hell are one and the same
A battle worth winning is a battle worth losing
Will wash away our fears
When desperation's all you can afford
But a whisper cannot be ignored
