"...A child... A blood-red night that turned his magic world Into pieces... He'd lost everything but the hope in an ancient Prophecy that his grandfather once told him. He spent his life Searching for the only war-God who can end this hell on earth, As the prophecy revealed. Many years later, old, blind and alone But still full of rage, he screamed once again his lust for vengeance, Hoping to find the path that lead to where the fog lord hide... The path that lead to the gates of the silent storm..." Long ago the night was silent Long ago the sky was stained with blood and screams And I faced terror and grief alone From the sky dark flames fell on us And I can't know why The fire has burnt away my winter silence My forest in a while The ice was turn to black sand No eyes were left me to see their rising shade And I escaped from that massacre Fog, it was my guide To find my lost way in the dark while Years pass by, still I am here in winter silence Waiting for a light I unleash again the rage in my heart They've destroyed my heaven The snow is gone A black era has begun But hope is rising At the gates of the silent storm And now I Scream in silence words of hate Dreaming vengeance everyday But hope is shining At the gates of the silent storm