LIGHTNINGS ARE CLEAVING THE SKY THE FIGHT OF TITANS IS PREDESTINATED
THE SEED OF HATE, ONCE SOWN, HAS GROWN UP AND IS RIPE
ELECTRIC WIND
YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES, IN FRONT OF THE CREATOR A THUNDERSTROM RAISES FROM HIS LUNGS IT IS YOUR COWARDICE YOU REALLY FEAR THE DEATH YOU PREPARED FOR ANOTHER IS, NO TAKING YOU
THE AIR IS VIBRATING, SPACE IS BENDING TO A CURVE VOID IS TEARING YOU APART ELECTRIC WIND
ELECTRIC WIND YOU FEEL INSIDE ELECTRIC WIND
YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES, IN FRONT OF THE CREATOR A THUNDERSTROM RAISES FROM HIS LUNGS IT IS YOUR COWARDICE YOU REALLY FEAR THE DEATH YOU PREPARED FOR ANOTHER IS, NO TAKING YOU
THE AIR IS VIBRATING, SPACE IS BENDING TO A CURVE VOID IS TEARING YOU APART ELECTRIC WIND