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!