Thunderstorm - The Rite lyrics

When sun is goin' down with its poor empire darkness is close with its immense power Gift of the night a full moon in the sky fools just can flee from the spirit fly...oh yeahhh! Sunset of lights the preachers wood desire whispers & cries who is that prowler Surrounded by fear a mother starts to cry for seven daughter that's swallowed by the pain...... The rite is reborn with a new century From ashes of buried stars The ancient lord of the sins, oh yeah Will return to commit the crime Flashes & sparks shadows around a bonfire prayers & dance the witch spreads his magic powders Mysterious thing whose life was denied before my eyes appear, he's back to brigh...oh yeahhh! The rite is reborn with a new century From ashes of buried stars The ancient lord of the sins, oh yeah will return to commit the crime