The Swarm
Jack Bruce, Peter Brown (UK)
Feel it coming
In the distance
Ground is humming
You have been warned
Think it's the Swarm
Shadows flying
Over, heartland
Is it part man
No shape or form
Think it's the Swarm
Hear it moving
Through the country
Guns keep firing
But it runs free
With its own storm
Towns are shaking
Trees are falling
Lives are breaking
Lives being torn
Think it's the Swarm