I'm the day before, the present, the day beyond and I've got the power to be reborn.
I'm the holy and hidden soul, made by the gods and I'm the one,
who takes care of the inhabitants of the dark,
the pits of burning hells and the high heavens; so, Praise the shrine's Lord,
standing in the centre of the earth. He is me and I am him.
Lightning in my eyes and fire fills my breath,
I wait for the unseen to break out, passed the virgin's death.
I stand in front of the tombs, guided with heavenly faith,
the girl's getting cold, dying in a glorious blaze !

The wake of the sleeper is near ! - Twisted, broken mind...
Some strange sounds I hear, I hope I see the light.

The storm (breaks through); the rain (that falls);
you know, it's you, I'm doing this for.
The light (that shines); the force (that guides);
The sleeper awakes, in the halls of the brave...
Dust fills the air as the gates begin to move,
everything that I said before, now it's time for me to proof !
As I lead the troop in, passing walls of fire,
we enter the hall of the heroes, with constant burning desire.
Greeding for more, we hassle through the room.
I feel my soldier's fear, but I also don't know my doom
And it isn't time to go back, 'cause we were travelin' for so long,
so we're headin' towards the hall, waiting for something from beyond...

And now the time is right to see, what our strength can release !
So, breaking dawn, it's up to thee, to light the outbreak of our hearts.
For us all !!!

Rain is falling, storm is coming...

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