The storm is coming down from the sky Not yet, now is time to die Nevermore - someone will remain? Just fear and save you again. Never blast - your shield should be your trap Never fear - life escapes from my hand among my fingers. Could you recreate yourself? Another seeker seeking for castles made of sand. What remained of me is less than you see. What remained of you I'm afraid to be. What it comes from fire is more than your desire What you all can do is a trace of it could be, or not? The storm is coming in front of my eyes Not yet, now is time to die Nevermore - no one will remain Just fear and save you again