I have heard the prophecy
   It's about to be fulfilled
   Hard's the world sinners grow
   And the man no longer spare
  
   Feel the breeze of severe winds
   Three full seasons without breaks
   Seething flames burning hills
   World is lost in venom flood
  
   Too late the Gods realized who I am
   In many shapes I threaten the man
   My daughter's HEL, Goddes of death
   Chaos has now its former shape
  
   [chorus]
   Here we are - Raise
  
   Bore with them the germ of death
   Gods are doomed to be slained
   Hard is the world sinner grows
   And the man no longer spare
  
   I have seen the tragedy
   Will the Gods be back again?
   Seething flames burning hills
   World is lost in venom flood
  
   Too late the Gods realized who I am
   In many shapes I threaten the man
   My daughter's HEL, Goddess of death
   Chaos has now its former shape
  
   chorus