Acod - The Son of a God (The Heir of Divine Blood)

Order before disorder
Bright days, wine in the glass
Cloudless dreams on the verge of sleep
Bright green morning grass
Children close to their mothers
Forever together
Order before disorder
The vision of a world that is not ours

We are waiting for the storm

that his lightning strikes hard
may he cause fire to be born.
That all perish in the flames
Purification by the end

Endless Hell everywhere
Dark days, broken glass
waking up a nightmare at death's door
desert wind now blowing
All that's left is dust.
Forever and ever
Endless hell everywhere.
Oh Don't let anything escape


The storm is near

that his lightning strikes hard
may he cause fire to be born.
That all perish in the flames
Purification by the end

And this storm has a name
This storm is a man

The son of a god
The son of a god
The son of a god
The son of a god

And through the astral door now appears the son of a god !