| 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, Goddess of death |
| Chaos has now its former shape |
| 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 |
| Here we are Raise |