LIGHTNINGS ARE CLEAVING THE SKY
THE FIGHT OF TITANS IS PREDESTINATED

THE SEED OF HATE, ONCE SOWN,
HAS GROWN UP AND IS RIPE

ELECTRIC WIND

YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES, IN FRONT OF THE CREATOR
A THUNDERSTROM RAISES FROM HIS LUNGS
IT IS YOUR COWARDICE YOU REALLY FEAR
THE DEATH YOU PREPARED FOR ANOTHER IS, NO TAKING YOU

THE AIR IS VIBRATING,
SPACE IS BENDING TO A CURVE
VOID IS TEARING YOU APART
ELECTRIC WIND

ELECTRIC WIND
YOU FEEL INSIDE
ELECTRIC WIND

YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES, IN FRONT OF THE CREATOR
A THUNDERSTROM RAISES FROM HIS LUNGS
IT IS YOUR COWARDICE YOU REALLY FEAR
THE DEATH YOU PREPARED FOR ANOTHER IS, NO TAKING YOU

THE AIR IS VIBRATING,
SPACE IS BENDING TO A CURVE
VOID IS TEARING YOU APART
ELECTRIC WIND

ELECTRIC WIND
You feel inside
ELECTRIC WIND