Storm of the Beast - Kreator

Night is coming down

Fog is all around

The beast is leaving his bloody home

The smell of blood

Is in the air

People die if he wants throne

And they fall down, down of their knees

Mercy is a world that he don’t know

Storm of the beast, Storm of the beast

Locked up doors

Don’t get out

The beast makes death like a game

He burst heads

Thrash all down

He destroys and feels ever the same

And they fall down, down of their knees

Mercy is a world that he don’t know

Storm of the beast, Storm of the beast