(Verse 1) From the frozen peaks, through the skies so black, A storm is rising—no turning back. Wings of silver, forged in steel, A wrath unchained, a fate sealed. (Pre-Chorus) Thunder howls, the heavens break, All shall bow, all shall quake. A hurricane with eyes so cold, A legend carved in tales of old. (Chorus) Ride the storm, face the roar, Kushala Daora, king of war! Metal winds that cut like knives, None escape, none survive! (Verse 2) Blades of gales tear flesh apart, A hunter’s will, a warrior’s heart. Yet steel and bone will turn to dust, Against the storm, the land is crushed. (Pre-Chorus) Clouds consume the light of day, Hope is lost in skies of grey. Iron scales, a boundless might, A god of wind, an endless fight! (Chorus) Ride the storm, face the roar, Kushala Daora, king of war! Metal winds that cut like knives, None escape, none survive! (Bridge) In the eye of chaos, silence reigns, A dance of shadows, a ghostly chain. Steel whispers in the tempest's heart, As darkness falls, fears depart. (Outro – Slow, haunting) The storm will rise, the storm will fade, But legends live and never age. In whispered fear, the hunters pray— Kushala Daora rules the day.
