The forest bends to greet the raging sky
The howling wind so strong, will it ever die
The trees once stood so tall and strong upon the ground
Now they seem so old, I can hear their cracking sounds

The fury of the winds start to collide
The forest grabs the ground and it's wildlife runs to hide
Through collaboration the force reaches it's peak

Just like a band the tornado goes on tour
Sweeping landscapes along it's path, hungry for more
Well, let me tell you that the forest is in my head
and this tornado is the autumn-impact, enough said:

Chorus:

Seasons of grey, lead me to colored paths
I am a prey, of the tornadoblast
I've gone astray in a river of dreams
Insanity is closing in on me