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Mother storm, heed my call

All I ever dreamed, gone

My fate, set in stone

I too might die, not before they cry, for a purpose hollow

Regret and sorrow, no one to follow, my kin perished

All a dream, set me free

Let me be, like a child running home

Father, what I did wrong, where did I fail, wasn't I strong?

All I see is death and despair, visions of mourning, faces of dread

The sky is dimm and the earth is blur, is this my share in hell?

My child, my sun

All of them shall suffer

In the hands of cold revenge

I will send them all, down

The urge to kill, rising

wild in my heart, the scent of blood

No home for me, comfort or rest, only death and death alone

The blood in these hands, still wet, still there

and the world shall be painted red

Now the stream runs cold, over the edge of my shattered world

Now the pride is gone, drifting away, fading away

and all far lost

Taken away from me, but memories are forever

aching like being cast in flames

Fire, the grievance of a lost soul, longing

My path, that of a warrior, leads to war once more

I storm to die and to make them cry, for a purpose hollow

pain and sorrow, still no one to follow, all are dead

Fear the dream, the future, grim

Let me be, let me kill