Through storms and tempests comes that one,
Who turns the lightnings into rhymes.
He flies with passion in all motions
With fire burning in young eyes.
He has four wings to crack the sky,
To break the enemies of rapture.
His soul is locked under horned scull,
The one, that stopped me from departure.
My alter ego, lone and free,
You fight the world, bringing justice.
But wait a minute, don't you see,
The dead you left can never help us.