Eye of the Storm (Sweet Savage cover)

The prophet said beware, the judgement draws near The time has come to save your soul The message it is clear Kingdoms, mountains crumble to the ground Forgotten cities once lost, now they are found From the north four horsemen ride On steeds of many colours Conquest, power, judgement of all others Come and see, see the sword, given on to me The sword of fire, plague and famine Death on to thee Reach out with your hand Touch me if you can I’m running from the eye of the storm From the sea the beast shall rise His chains they are broken Death to those who bear his mark For they were not chose Thunder, lightning strikes him to the ground Satan lost in a lake of fie, never to be found Reach out with your hand Touch me if you can I’m running from the eye of the storm The prophet said beware, the judgement draws near The time has come to save your soul The message it is clear Reach out with your hand Touch me if you can I’m running from the eye of the storm Of the storm I’m running, just got running, keep on running I’m running from the eye of the storm Of the storm