Stormmaster - Arakain, Ales Brichta, Jiri Urban

Evening’s coming

Barometer’s crazy

Time to get ready

For mistreating night

Comes for the visit

God of the thunder

No time for questions

Run for your life

No chance for human

Night of the demons

You teel the power

Of his yelling voice

Die all you bastards

It’s time for the strong one

Battle has strated

Keep swords, no more toys

He’s the real stormmaster

Take a look straight to his eyes

He’s the real stormmaster

Whispering wind, isn’t it nice

Comes from the racks

King of the lightning

On dusty wheels

Riding his blackcloud horse

Comes from the rocks

Killing the fortune

Ready’s the throne

Blood for his glory boils

No chance for human …

He’s the real stormmaster …