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 the throne
  And they fall down, down on their knees
  Mercy is a word that he don't know
  
  Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The Beast
  Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The beast
  
  Locked up doors, don't get out
  The beast makes death like a game
  He bursts heads, thrash all down
  He destroys and feels ever the same
  And they fall down, down on their knees
  Mercy is a word that he don't know
  
  Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The Beast
  Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The beast