Blue Oyster Cult

You scorned the love that I gave you
You lied now nothing can save you
Blue skies are turning to grey
I know the games that you play
Winds of rage they start to build
Too much madness will lay you under
The cards you draw dont help at all
Hear the sound of approaching thunder
When you see the clouds blacken
Remember youve been warned
No shelter from my fierce winds
Because, I am the storm