Thunderstorm - The Rite Lyrics

When sun is goin' down with its poor empire

darkness is close with its immense power

Gift of the night a full moon in the sky

fools just can flee from the spirit fly...oh yeahhh!



Sunset of lights the preachers wood desire

whispers & cries who is that prowler

Surrounded by fear a mother starts to cry

for seven daughter that's swallowed by the pain......



The rite is reborn with a new century

From ashes of buried stars

The ancient lord of the sins, oh yeah

Will return to commit the crime



Flashes & sparks shadows around a bonfire

prayers & dance the witch spreads his magic powders

Mysterious thing whose life was denied

before my eyes appear, he's back to brigh...oh yeahhh!



The rite is reborn with a new century

From ashes of buried stars

The ancient lord of the sins, oh yeah

will return to commit the crime