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