Storms — Setherial
Dusk; light turns sickly pale Bleached, fading, dying Death; time is frozen dead Shadows darken the sky
Foretold in nightly visions, the end awaits As thunder roars, the darkened sky unveils
Crimson tears of the dark sky Rain of blood, a storm bedeviled The howling winds of the night dies The world ablaze, embraced in fire and flames
Blackened, cold and charred, the shadowed angels bequest Silent spirits roam, deathly still, amidst the treacherous landscape
Crimson tears of the dark sky Rain of blood, a storm bedeviled The howling winds of the night dies The world ablaze, embraced in fire and flames
Born to bring damnation through purest hate As fear is spawn, the knights of chaos awake!
Darkness incarnate, demons and fiends, vicious and vile Rage upon the world, stained in blood, tainted and black Swinging the scythe of death, immortal souls severed from flesh Raped and torn to shreds, life itself crumbles and dies
Storms! The storms of hell arising War! The end of time is near Storms! The storms of hell arising War! The end of time is here