Spokes of the merciful forms are no more
Whose force is irascible under black skies?
Born to the lands of the merciless forms
The birth of irascible tempest by terror
It forms a vision
It forms a vision
It forms a vision in me
Ride through the mist of misery
Row through the silent abode
The whisp of mystery
Row through the silent abode

Blind, the sullen seasons
somber sign
tomb of reasons
Is home to me
Berserk
Wrathful
Hinder
Visions
When the great tempest awakes
The forms align
Ride through the mist of misery
Row through the silent abode
The whisp of mystery
Row through the silent abode
It forms a vision
It forms a vision
It forms a vision in me