I'll create an absence for fullness to form That's when we will gather, gather up a storm Then we'll have to master, master the forlorn And when the chaos is crafted, all the malice and scorn We'll leave a disaster, leave you ripped and torn There'll be nothing after, nothing spare or born And I'll create an absence for fullness to form That's when we will gather, gather up a storm When the chaos is crafted, all the malice and scorn We'll leave a disaster, leave you ripped and torn They'll be nothing after, nothing spared or born We'll leave a disaster, leave you ripped and torn We'll leave a disaster, leave you ripped and torn There'll be nothing after, nothing spared or born Leave you ripped and torn, nothing spared or born