(In the fury of the storm their vengeance is)
Born
Sitting alone in this temple
These omens I discern
Visions of fire raining down
The Gods' wrath is my concern
The will of the Gods is written
In the fury of the storm
And through this twisted vision
Their vengeance is born
Their vengeance is born
My hands are trembling
The visions fierce and wild
Storms and burning cities
The fate of man reviled
This is the end of days
No need to bow and pray
This is the end of days
(This is the end of days)
The will of the Gods is written
In the fury of the storm
And through this twisted vision
Their vengeance is born
Their vengeance is born
No mercy in their eyes, no solace for the weak,
Only justice the Gods they seek
I am the herald, voice of doom and dread
You all will soon be dead
Will soon be dead
You all will soon be dead