Transformation from ICE PHARAOH by OLD LIGHT

WALKING THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW PATH
UNDER THE BEATING BROWS OF WRATH
YOU CHOOSE TO CARRY ON THIS WAY
DOOMED IS THE HAND THAT YOU WILL PLAY

HUMAN ENSLAVEMENT, A TALE OF WOE
ALL GODS, POOR CREATURES, DOWN THEY GO
NONE NOW THE WISER FOR THEIR PAINS
NOR NONE THE RICHER FOR THEIR GAINS

TEMPEST, TYPHOON, TORNADO
TOSSING, TURNING, TO AND FRO
INTO HURRICANES WE GO
FROZEN SEAS AND BURNING SNOW

DOWN FALL THE MIGHTY MOUNTAINS OF SAND
ALL TRANSFORMATION IS NOW AT HAND
WHAT DO WE HOLD THAT WE CAN LET GO?
ANNIHILATION OF ALL WE KNOW

TEMPEST, TYPHOON, TORNADO
TOSSING, TURNING, TO AND FRO
INTO HURRICANES WE GO
FROZEN SEAS AND BURNING SNOW

TEMPEST, TYPHOON, TORNADO
TOSSING, TURNING, TO AND FRO
INTO HURRICANES WE GO
TO THE GALLEY DRUM WE ROW

• Rock
• death
• harmony
• metal
• psych
• space
• Portland