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