The storm is near, on the night horizon 
                                            The shining lightning illuminates my body 
                                            My winged shape falls on the ground 
                                            Reflecting bewitchingly, blacker than darkness
                                             
                                             Who is calling me? 
                                            Someone who desires fighting? 
                                            Am I ready? 
                                            I don't even have the time to kneel
                                             
                                             My black wings are proof of my aloofness 
                                            I control all of darkness 
                                            I'll keep on tearing apart, I'll keep on challenging 
                                            Those who will see my shape twice would say 
                                            "No one's around"
                                             
                                             Those spoiled kids who "Believe" and such 
                                            Don't know the words to say betrayal
                                             
                                             Loneliness makes me strong 
                                            I've been given my wings and guns
                                             
                                             The things that you protect 
                                            Are they really precious? 
                                            Make sure that it's worth it  
                                            To bet your life
                                             
                                             The storm is howling 
                                            I choose only the strong ones who know the truth 
                                            In the position to give the act of destruction 
                                            The one who is able to perform is 
                                            "Only me, right?"
                                             
                                             My black wings are proof of my aloofness 
                                            I control all of darkness 
                                            I'll keep on tearing apart, I'll keep on challenging 
                                            Those who will see my shape twice would say 
                                            "No one's around"