Lord Of The Storms

(album: Wrath Of The Tyrant - 1992)

Earthquakes are breaking the silence
A vision of hate
A wicked, foul spell of evil
Dark winds command the throne
Cleansed by the evil hand
A crusade of the burning land
A servant in the shape of a snake
Blackens the bodies red

Then it appears, the storming wind
A challenging scar burns through the light
A cloud of darkness prepared for me
To complete the circle of death
The serpent gains mastery of the wind
Through the storms and through the streaming snow
Sorrow blackens the Earth when the Moon fades
Dark winds command the throne

Earthquakes are breaking the silence
A vision of hate
A wicked, foul spell of evil
Dark winds command the throne
Cleansed by the evil hand
A crusade of the burning land

An embrace from Death