Forged by an ancient being
Among them, he will return
To reclaim the glory once lost
At the echo of a thousand cries

And in this rain of spirits
The blade will reach the light
With blood and will of fire
It will never be satisfied

A distorted figure collecting deaths
How many, I can't count
Behind its face, there are spider eyes
And his hands have claws

Madness, madness

And in this rain of spirits
Millions and millions will be cleared
And in this rain of spirits
It will never be satisfied

A distorted figure collecting deaths
How many, I can't count
Behind its face, there are spider eyes
And his hands have claws

And in this rain of spirits
The blade will reach the light
With blood and will of fire
It will never be satisfied

And in this rain of spirits
The blade will reach the light
And in this rain of spirits
It will never be satisfied