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The Storm

An endless abyss inside of me
rips out some kind of mystery.
Years of mental isolation and preparing
for what is coming now to an end.

Enochian keys, the magic spells,
I know them all.
Shout it out, celebrate the call!
To afterworld, I make this world fall.

Here comes the storm,
a salvation the makes me alive
and destroys your vanity.
I am reborn.
I’m led by angels full of greed,
ascending me!

Let it flow. Let it happen.
It takes control over all.
It’s impossible to abandon
the mystic force which dwells in me.

I strayed in darkness.
I searched and found my revelation.
Did you ever hear
of abilities to foresee the fate?

Enjoy the splendor of destruction.
Now fear my wicked witchery.
Voices dance in my mind,
telling disturbing orders and promises of immortality.

Once more they call for the ritual.
My power will rise to heaven.
Pretenders keep away from me.
Your nature is exposed.

Here comes the storm,
a salvation the makes me alive
and destroys your vanity.
I am reborn.
I’m leading the whole angel’s empire
with the intention to reign.
(Yeah!)
Here comes the storm,
(the storm that washes all away)
the salvation that makes me alive
and destroys your vanity
(There is no ghost of a chance)
I am reborn.
(Don’t ever dare to challenge the keepers and their chosen one)
I am led by angels full of greed
ascending me!