His steed fury, Eys of fire and rain abaze Demandin' valtures stulkin' Drawn by the smell of warm and pain He roams the starways Searching for the caucuses of war But it is only that his Very presence Disrupts the calling to the storm Curse and damn you, all you fall by the hand of the Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Part of the Devil, part of the Devil
