He comes into the life in a whirlwind of rage
Lashing out at fate and creating the storm
Calling the west wind to do his bidding
Roaring, howling, flashing and the hurricane's born
His voice thunders through the sky, gleaming and dark
While the sea rages like a split in the earth
Stomping his feet, creating cracks in the ground
With a whoosh of the wind the fire dies in the hearth
He comes into the life in a whirlwind of rage
Lashing out at fate and creating the storm
Calling the west wind to do his bidding
Roaring, howling, flashing and the hurricane's born
Awake from the sleep, awake from the slumber
At the sound of the horn, the world will fall to his own
Rising up from the graves is his army
For soon there will be a time when he takes the throne
He comes into the life in a whirlwind of rage
Lashing out at fate and creating the storm
Calling the west wind to do his bidding
Roaring, howling, flashing and the hurricane's born
He comes into the life in a whirlwind of rage
Lashing out at fate and creating the storm
Calling the west wind to do his bidding
Roaring, howling, flashing and the hurricane's born---

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN