Only one night is missing
But this one will bring the storm that put an end to everything
The sky is still starlit, but if our faith, our desire is forceful enough

The strings of silence - hushed
The strings of silence - smooth


Within a few hours all signs will read storm
Listen!


It is true that there exist individuals
Who are never looking prouder
Warliker then the rising of the storm

Many-voiced the singing rises

The air seems to condense

Filled with electric sparks
Starting to fly, to rotate, to spin
To oscillate in the centre of the magical circle

The voices sound higher

Coil-linke circling and narrowing

The light rises faster and faster
(The sound is undescribable)
The voices resemble blowing wind, howling wolves

The silence break hissingly
The storm put on it's strings
The strait looks like a witch's cauldron

Like a hotblooded foaming geyser

The elements are in uproar

Now all signs are stormy
It's insignia are shining dark ablaze
A shining ablaze from a violent encounter of sulphur and lead

Everything is out of breath
Everything is beside itself - storm world!


In the shadow of heavy wings
Sorceresses preserver
In their fluttering clothes resist the beating weather

That almost tear the garments of our bodies

Flashes in the eye

Endless high pulsating coil
Is rising from the cone
A magical and miraculous horn

Of a unicorn whose top gets lost in infinity

Sparks spray, thunders beat, lightnings are inflamed

That the air is filled with the claps of heavy wings
The apocalyptic wildness of the storm
Who's now reigning with a brachial power unleashed despot

The string of the storm!

The storm of hell that never halts there

It drives the ghosts and demons in it's vortex
Everlasting, for the fatal and glorious return of our master...