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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...