From the land of forbidden souls
Blowing coldest winds
Beginning of the storm


Shadows falls, surrounding darkness
Clouds in the sky turns black and gray

Winds so fast are gaining vigor
Rapidly reach conversion on to spiral core


Dust from the ground is soars in air
What would be thrown in mankind face
The storm is breaking all in its way

Nothing to spare, nothing to leave -- storming totally grief

Darkness falls and dominion of light is nearing its end

Water flows and washes away the centuries of decay

Earth and the seas cower from mankind screams

Chaos dwells into landscape of death and the weeds
Hail falls down like a tear to the ground
From darkest skies - devastation of earth from mankind


Creation
Be only after destruction

Foundation
Be only after devastation


From the creation of world, from beginning ot times
Cruel nature produces selection


Days of suffering
All will be washed away
Creations of sins

Is weak and rotten
Without prophecy
Chaos is coming

The end of the sway
Storm breaking all in its way