The Rain - Sanctorium

No matter who wins

'Cause all those gods have fallen

Noone left to count our sins!

The wasted land, it’s burning

Caught in the crossfire

Heart of old world returning

It can save us now…

Let’s start the rain!

I call to spirits of the skies

To heal the wounds of land

And wash away war’s price

Nothing remains

So let the scorched earth come to life

Make scores of raindrops fall

And cast away demise

Old spirits wake up

And only strong and worthy

Will walk through the flames of war

Thick clouds are gathering

Above the man with staff

And with his

Each swing raindrops

Fall more and more