作词 : Slaves of the Prison

作曲 : Slaves of the Prison

Wuthering clouds, whirling drizzle,

and capricious storm are upon the surging ambition with hidden tides.

Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle.

Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart.

Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill.

Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle.

Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart.

Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill.

Uprise with your rods and tridents, my demos.

Go down the Lethe and never may return.

I, am the storm.

Raging gale, sanguinary dome,

Plunge people into misery and suffering.

Wuthering clouds, whirling drizzle,

and capricious storm are upon the surging ambition with hidden tides.

Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle.

Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart.

Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill.

Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle.

Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart.

Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill.

Uprise with your rods and tridents, my demos.

Go down the Lethe and never may return.

I, am the storm.

Raging gale, sanguinary dome,

Plunge people into misery and suffering.