Sounds ov revolt are a chaos beat Earthquake is tramping ov thousands of feet A roar ov a crowd is a myriad ov words It's the song ov a forthcoming storm! A thunder is echoes ov my cries It makes me stronger My heart is open within the ancient winds. They're blowing away from me - GROM! The cleansing darkness is above you and me -The noisy vision ov the lightnings. Clangs ov sky-swords and a battle ov shields Roaring louder, do you hear its yowls? The thunder echoes all my cries It makes me stronger My mind is open with an ancient will It's speaking out, far away from me -GROM! I shout - the storm seconds me Let the tempest burst forth Opening my embrace to the winds I have started the changes on my own