Well I was born of strife under stormy skies
And thunder drowned my new-born cries.
The lightning ripped the night apart and
Cauterised my soul and broke my heart

Chorus
And I'm the child of the Weathermen
Ancient furies and mayhem bringer men.
I ride the whirlwind and spin the hurricane
And still have tuppence in change

And I was raised in hunger and misery and
Your excess has wasted the world I knew.
When oceans burn there is no-where left to turn
Misfortune's taught me a thing or two.

Chorus

Do not trust your overlords
That fight with rhetoric not swords
Pray we all with one accord
Can shake the power down...

Shake the power down
To the common ground x2
Turn the world around.

Do not think these are idle threats
We old gods have power yet
Reminding you, lest you forget
This world is not your own

All your politics,
Power and technology x2
All will be overthrown...

So jump when we say jump, or the next thing that you know
Is death has you in perfect thrall
And there will be no second chance
For this is war
And winner takes it all

Chorus

The end's not always heralded
By noise of war; a silent seed
May bring your world down to its knees
And then our work is done

Crashing to its knees,
You can't beat a good disease
And now you're on the run

You've only yourselves to blame
You didn't watch the weathervane
Didn't watch the weathervane turn...

And now we're woken, all your wit and money
Won't protect your necks
From our embrace
And there will come a reckoning
When old gods meet your new gods face to face

And I'm the child...