When Stormclouds Gather... کے بول

Dethrone the castles of fading light Watch as the flowers wither in the coven of the storms Let the blackened clouds lead us to another rainy night Hear me heavens, hear me cry God of the storms and clouds up high Flowing crystal streams like fire in my eyes Enthroned the mighty nature of black whirling winds Fire in my eyes Black whirling winds For beneath you are, we of our infant cries Grandest are the elder ones, men before our kings Of our infant cries Men before our kings Dethrone the castles… Bring forth the ancient times of wrath and hate Chant us these storms for they are our fate Of wrath and hate For they are our fate Under the icy scarlet skies fulfilled are dreams Through the halls echo the oblivion's scream Fulfilled are dreams The oblivion's scream