Rain pours down The final moment, the final breath to take Awakening from (the deepest) thoughts My heart pounds But not by fear, but by hate It is a new days dawn and the gods have Brought the storm, their final blessing Lightning strikes down upon The enemy. Many of them are now dead The moment has come The sign has been given Time of all the enemy to die And the holy four winds are Whispering: Thou are today vicorius...