Thunderbolt Clash of the tempest And I heard the sound loudly crying: Gather, I´m the failure redeem And the secret within I´ll be fleeting for I´m everlasting I´m the shame of the proud I´m the symptom and the cure of all I´m the morming light slaved in each sunrise And the hidden counting time bomb in your soul I am the light slaved in each sunrise I´m a set up times bomb in your soul