They called him the Gate
He was a stranger, to the time that He knew
He had that swiftly way of moving you
in everything He’d do
and by the time that he revealed to me
the secrets that He had
There was a storm, windforce 11, through my head
Windforce 11!

He had a way of doing what He planned
and it makes me feel ashamed
how someone can stick to a solution
when it comes down to losing fame
And when they called him to the stand
they could make up no more than lies
‘cause He had that way of looking:
straight into your eyes!
Windforce 11!

Now when I talk to me ‘bout dignity
and no more need for lies
I have never seen such a manifest disguise!

When the hour struck and the curtain fell
and I was left to be
burning and half ablazed with fire
raging and consummating me
and then the silence came, before the wind freshed into a gail
There was a storm, windforce 11, through my head
Windforce 11!