Teksty: Kreator. Endless Pain. STORM OF THE BEAST.

Night is coming down, fog is all around
The beast is leaving his bloody home
The smell of blood is in the air
People die if he wants throne

And they fall down, down of their knees
Mercy is a world that he don't know

Storm of the beast, yeah
Storm of the beast
Storm of the beast
Storm of the beast, yeah

Locked up doors don't get out
The beast makes death like a game
He burst heads thrash all down
He destroys and feels ever the same

And they fall down, down of their knees
Mercy is a world that he don't know

Storm of the beast, yeah
Storm of the beast, oh Lord
Storm of the beast, yeah
Storm of the beast, yeah