Hellstorm
Michael Hellström
Unleashed are the seven that brings eternal night
Crossing the waters to the path of no return
Their wings are sorrow, their silent breath is death
Feeding the black flame, the light that burns the sky
Souls of fire, curse the skies
Drawn into chaos, darkness will arise
Souls of fire, curse the skies
Hellstorm is blowing
Destruction will arise
Blessed are the seven that brings eternal night
As their flames arose from the hopeless bleeding hearts
On a final journey with the devil by their side
Nothing but death in this world shall abide.
