Wrath of the Tyrant

The wolves bark with wind - in summertime
As the moon pass the shadows
It was a grim tale

First therein from the earthly womb

(Gaze at the view [?]) through the empty air
When the night lose control
Wide the gates are put open here
The rage of fires are dead

Carrying the deaths of his fallen warrior
Deep inside of me, in his grave
Walk upon this earth tonight
Carrying the staff of gold swords

A grand sign of evil will

They arise, death and destruction
To a time (when) the angel cries
Open your eyes again now, he's here
He is the master of fear/death

He is the wind, He is the storm
He is the woods, He is the roots
Nobody will escape the wrath of the tyrant
Forever the beast shall wander the earth