Clouds fill the sky, cold wind now rise.
Eye of the storm is the kingdom of mine.
Rise from the north, from darkness of sea.
Out from the forest, the kingdom of gods.
Hunger for red wine. Lust for you blood.
Red drops in your cry. I'll drink them as wine.
Wings of the gods, carry my soul.
Hell or to heaven, take me home.
Riding through fields, through ancient land.
Wings of the destruction are guiding my hand.
Down from heavens, on steely wings.
Ride up from hell, flying like dreams.
