What is but a name?

Feel the approaching storm
Feel the pull of the current's rush
Feel the grasping hand of tomorrow as it leads you on
For all is coming to naught
But for that which we take into ourselves
Bring the pain of knowledge
Bring the pain forever uncertainties
Bring forth the visions of the coming flames
And call once more for the faith
To save you in this place
To save you from the crushing rain
To save you in these moments of the coming of the end
Forever free you remain in yourself