Here Comes The Storm... We were waiting for it so long The flash of the Thunderbolt Is the sign for start to hunt
The cold wind blows Calling the ancient wrath That dwells in our souls And inspires us to hunt
The wild hunting begins We can't wait to see The blood on our steel And arise the victims fear... Slowly step by step We march for our triumph Who doesn't hunt today Tomorrow shall be a victim...
Uprising of blue eyed devils thirsty for victim's blood The children of this soil hunt on their territory...