Thunder Of Ruin
I hear the sky break under iron prayer,
Cathedrals shake, but no one's saved in there.
The drums I carry are a funeral tide,
A storm that walks with ruin at its side.
No mercy—only marching fear,
A blackened pulse you cannot hear.
Thunder of ruin—strike the ground,
Let empires drown in my war-sound.
I am the hammer, I am the night,
I tear the dawn from dying light.
Thunder of ruin—no retreat,
A thousand hearts beneath my feet.
The abyss will rise when I begin…
Thunder of ruin—win.
I crown the battlefield with broken bones,
My rhythm writes the end in sacred tones.
The organ groans like judgement in the dark,
And violin bleeds—each note a burning mark.
No shelter—only falling ash,
The last command: attack, attack.
Thunder of ruin—strike the ground,
Let empires drown in my war-sound.
I am the hammer, I am the night,
I tear the dawn from dying light.
Thunder of ruin—no retreat,
A thousand hearts beneath my feet.
The abyss will rise when I begin…
Thunder of ruin—win.
Hear the inverted storm—
A crown of fire, a world deformed.
My double-kick is fate's decree,
Your final breath belongs to me.
Thunder of ruin—strike the ground,
Let empires drown in my war-sound.
I am the hammer, I am the night,
I tear the dawn from dying light.
Thunder of ruin—no retreat,
A thousand hearts beneath my feet.
The abyss will rise when I begin…
Thunder of ruin—win.