Lord Of The Locusts

The wind blows heavier these days
The rain comes pouring down these days
The sun it burns so hot these days...

In came streaming morning light
Again I had been up all night
Analyzing, recognizing
Out there I found changes going on
I´ve been studying ´bout so long
And faxed my results to the congressmen

CHORUS
Here´s a story you can tell if sometimes you don´t sleep well
Call his name, call the Lord of the Locusts
Close your eyes and fall asleep, slide into a slumber deep
He is in your dreams, Lord of the Locusts

The wind blows heavier these days
The rain comes pouring down these days
The sun it burns so hot these days...

Change changes that can´t be restored
Within the next fifty years or more
Even I could not believe the facts
Then came the answer to be feared
It said, “You´ve gone completely weird!
We won´t shut down our industries!”

The wind blows heavier these days
The rain comes pouring down these days
The sun it burns so hot these days...

The snow buries towns these days
The coastline´s overflown these days
The desert stretches out these days...

These days there´s paradise in reach
There are tourists on the beach
And the sea is calm and the sky is clear
These days a new avalanche comes down
A new hurricane moves to your town
And earthquakes dance with Michael Crighton!

CHORUS

CHORUS

These days bow down on your knees
These days we have set him free
These days are a treasure we must keep
These days what you´ve sown you shall reap!


Text: Joachim Rader
Musik & Arrangement: Johannes Ruß / Joachim Rader


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