Here we are.
This is the calm before the storm.
We off the track now.
That means were headed into brand new unknown territories ya'll.
Written in the crop circles it says time waits for no motherfucker.
(No body)
After this short calm a viscous storm will arrive,
A horrendously wicked storm.
Lightning bolts so powerful they set fire to water,
Thunder loud enough to shatter brick walls.
And it's headed right towards us all.
We call this storm
The tempest.
Tornadoes of fire being chased by enormous tidal waves.
The tempest.
Winds tearing down forests and fields revealing crop circles.
The tempest
Who will be left, who will still be around in the end?
The tempest
Who will survive long enough to join us for the new dawn?
ICP is..