Through the storm with one eye open Stumbling on rocks in the path The rain has my hate awoken I feel nothing but wrath The fire of the white one burns so bright Disgusting light with no insight Darkness embraces me, hide me out of site Even in the heart of this storm, I cannot escape the judgement of the one who is white as snow Face my hate I will shred you like paper You are nothing compared to me Purity is about to fall Hear the enchanting call Death to the weak Death to the weak Death to all!