"...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
