It's darkly night, the shining moon glares my blackened heart, my empty dreams and my soul I close my eyes, the sky becomes black it feels so full of hate and soon cleanse this tainted world Calling the storm! Weaklings will be torn! Calling the storm! Measures will be formed! I can feel your pain teardrops of heavy rain come and vent your anger above this weeping world helpless cries on the shore dead bodies laying on the floor the gale brings us to sleep it has revealed its entire grief.
Eternal night, the frozen winds leaving its scars behind and the clouds cover the shining bright moonlight the flush of rain which I can feel it's the only way how this world can heal. Calling the storm! Weaklings will be torn! Calling the storm! Measures will be formed! I can feel your pain teardrops of heavy rain come and vent your anger above this weeping world helpless cries on the shore dead bodies laying on the floor the gale brings us to sleep it has revealed its entire grief.