Lirieke: Thunderstorm. Sad Symphony. The Rite.

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