With dark clouds as it's disciples The evil was born An omen of darkness is rising The signs point on storm We'll make our stand We won't back down When others flee We hold the ground Armed, ready to fight We have to face the eye of the storm Nowhere to hide We have to face the eye of the storm Storming through legions of darkness' Fighting the shade Countless lives shall be ended By passing my blade Just like thunder roaring Our horns shall asound By our steel you shall suffer Our rage is unbound