Lyrics:

The textile plant - There's sixteen dead
There's a hornet's nest inside my head
My daughter's gone. She won't be back
Behind chained doors they burn the black
Parked down the street from the convenient store
I've been keeping a secret in my top dresser drawer
Red light flashing - Siren coming loud
The trap is sprung. I greet the crowd
I'm a thousand tornados screaming 'cross the plains
I'm Gabriel's horn on judgment day
I'm months of darkness. I'm years of rage
God's branding iron bears my name
There is no tiller to hold me back
There is no answer. There is no path
There is no reason. There is no end
There's just regret. There's just revenge
Tonight the tower - The bells 'll chime
I'll hear 'em true one final time
I'm a thousand tornados screaming 'cross the plains
I'm Gabriel's horn on Judgment Day
I'm months of darkness. I'm years of rage
God's branding iron bears my name
I'm making a list and checking it twice
You name the place. I name the price
If you're feeling lucky then hold your breath
And wave goodbye when nothing's left
Parked down the street from the convenient store
I've been keeping a secret I won't keep anymore
I'm months of darkness. I'm years of rage
God's branding iron bears my name