It's like it's been raining for centuries- the Gods are angry, only the cold wind knows a feeling like anger. Where swords are forged where warriors are born, Where thunder rolls there are lightnings born. A path in the woods, a wounded warrior lying wounded. and the rain washes over him, A horse trampling the grass- get up, we've got to go The battle is still ahead! Good Prince Satan-- is out for blood. He hunts the forces of evil with all his might, he mounts his horse, drew his razor-sharp sword, and set out on his journey to chop the devil's head off his shoulders.