The Son of a God (The Heir of Divine Blood)

Order before disorder Bright days, wine in the glass Cloudless dreams on the verge of sleep Bright green morning grass Children close to their mothers Forever together Order before disorder The vision of a world that is not ours We are waiting for the storm That his lightning strikes hard May he cause fire to be born That all perish in the flames Purification by the end Endless Hell everywherе Dark days, broken glass Waking up a nightmare at death’s door Dеsert wind now blowing All that’s left is dust Forever and ever Endless hell everywhere Oh Don’t let anything escape The storm is near That his lightning strikes hard May he cause fire to be born That all perish in the flames Purification by the end And this storm has a name This storm is a man The son of a god The son of a god The son of a god The son of a god And through the astral door now appears the son of a god

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 11, 2026