Storm

                                  Blowing so strongly, the storm makes a point 

It brings along odor that will make you faint 

Stench of the dead on the theater of war 

Has not let nobody be carefree so far 



Fight for salvation has lasted a while 

And looks like it carries on for a long time 

Killing the warriors who came here for glory 

Lets hope someone lives through to retell the story 



Fear has no power 

All spirits are high 

If death runs us over 

No need for good bye 



Grim reaper old-timer 

Will gather our souls 

A lifetime is over 

Earth takes back the bones 



A battle is held between rivaling tribes 

For honor and fortune have men left their wives 

Lust for destruction has confused their minds 

Changed into monsters they don't want to be 



The struggle is even and no one can tell 

A figure of saying for whom the bell tolls 

No one has come here to let themselves die 

A side of the winners is the ultimate goal 



Fear has no power 

All spirits are high 

If death runs us over 

No need for good bye 



Grim reaper old-timer 

Will gather our souls 

A lifetime is over 

Earth takes back the bones 



Fear has no power 

All spirits are high 

If death runs us over 

No need for good bye 



Grim reaper old-timer 

Will gather our souls 

A lifetime is over 

Earth takes back the bones