(Verse 1) Upon the winds of magic’s flow, Balthasar rides where none dare go. Golden mask, his legend gleams, A lord of alchemy and dreams. Transmute the lead to molten gold, His sorcery both fierce and bold. With staff in hand and phoenix bright, He bends the heavens to his might. (Chorus) Oh, Golden Tempest, ruler of the skies, Arcane thunder, lightning in his eyes. In his shadow, kingdoms quake with dread, For Gelt commands the living and the dead. (Verse 2) Through Altdorf’s halls, his power grows, A guardian where the Empire bows. Philosopher turned mage supreme, His will a forge where nations dream. The winds of Chamon heed his call, Alchemy’s might, he masters all. A golden storm that shields and slays, Eternal echoes of his praise. (Chorus) Oh, Golden Tempest, ruler of the skies, Arcane thunder, lightning in his eyes. In his shadow, kingdoms quake with dread, For Gelt commands the living and the dead. (Bridge) The Warp’s dark grasp he dares to tame, In every spell burns his golden flame. A shining mask hides the man beneath, But power crowns him with a golden wreath. (Final Chorus) Oh, Golden Tempest, ruler of the skies, Arcane thunder, lightning in his eyes. A legacy that none can erase, Balthasar Gelt, the golden face. (Outro) Through ages long, his tale will stay, The alchemist who turned night to day. Empires tremble, the heavens wane, Under the Golden Tempest’s reign.
