From the storm-wracked peaks, a king descends
His voice, the thunder, the earth attends
The Stormcaller, with eyes of ice and fire
Wielding lightning, fueling ancient pyre
He walks on clouds, a god of wrath and might
His kingdom vast, bathed in eternal night
The Stormcaller, his name a whispered prayer
A force of nature, beyond compare
A crown of lightning, a cloak of darkest rain
He commands the tempest, he banishes the pain
The Stormcaller, his fury knows no bounds
He shakes the heavens, he breaks the very grounds
He walks on clouds, a god of wrath and might
His kingdom vast, bathed in eternal night
The Stormcaller, his name a whispered prayer
A force of nature, beyond compare
The winds obey him, the seas his fury feel
His mighty presence, an empire made of steel
The Stormcaller, he rises from the deep
His wrath unleashed, the world shall weep
He walks on clouds, a god of wrath and might
His kingdom vast, bathed in eternal night
The Stormcaller, his name a whispered prayer
A force of nature, beyond compare
With thunderous roar, he claims his rightful place
The Stormcaller reigns, with power and with grace
A king of thunder, forevermore to stand
Ruler of the storm, across the ravaged land