Storm Of The Beast
Mille Petrozza
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 word 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 word that he don't know
Storm of the beast, yeah!
Storm of the beast, yeah!
Storm of the beast, yeah!
Storm of the beast, yeah!