As the clouds gather I will strike from the skies
 Trembling with hate, fire and ice
 The rain that follows, heavy will fall
 The clouds rest eternally upon you all 
 As the oceans rise I will strike from the depths
 Blood on the shores, [bad word] and death
 Water [bad word] in your veins
 Filling your hearts with anguish and pain

 Can you sense [bad word]  Can you feel me grasp for your souls

 As the ground opens I will strike from beneath
 Perish in flames, sickenly bleak
 To ashes you'll burn by the flames in my hand
 Engulfed in fire, both sky and land

 When you close your eyes I will strike from within
 Infesting your mind, getting under your skin
 Lucid dreaming, a blessing to some
 But for the one that shall die only sorrow [bad word] 
 I strike with wrath
 I [bad word] you all into my bloodbath

 I will rise in darkened might and through the raging fire
 I'll cleanse all your lives in lustful desire
 Put your pitiful souls through horrifying torture
 And those who stand beside through a sculding scorcher

 From the shadowside of the rotting tree of life
 [bad word] roots we'll climb to battle and to strife
 I strike from the ground, I strike from the sky
 I strike from beyond, all living must die

 I strike with wrath
 I [bad word] you all into my bloodbath