Storm

Riding an invisible horse
The hoofs make a lot of crash
Accompanied from a stranger
He comes to get us.

You allow to ride the death on you
You bring him to us
The one with the scythe in his hand
Before he comes we hear...
...the death-storm

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes
We hear...
We hear...
...the death-storm.

Invisible but nevertheless to see
"We will see the full moon
We will never more escape from you
We will never more defeat you!

You allow to ride the death on you
You bring him to us
The one with the scythe in his hand
Before he comes we hear...
...the death-storm.

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes
We hear...
We hear...
...the death-storm.

Invisible but nevertheless to see
"We will see the full moon
Escape from you to be free
Defeat you in the mighty gloom!

Faithfully he falls about you
Aching you will find out his power
Only your last breath remains
Before your soul snatches from this godless creature.

Riding an invisible horse
The hoofs make a lot of crash
Accompanied from a stranger
He comes to get us.

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes
We hear...
We hear...
...the death-storm.