Between Heaven and Earth
The pack of the wild winds are race,
but behind this wild flock
gray-haired chasseur of the winds,
gray-haired chasseur of the winds:
"Who dares to argue with me?
I do not know my peers
with my great power.
Strength and power,
day or night.
Those who waited for warmth and light, run away in fear.
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.
I'm fierce and merciless
in the battle for my dominions.
Where the rights of the darkness and the wind,
is dying the clear light of sun,
there is dawn darker than the night.
A clear day not cope with me,
will not lead me into confusion,
his eyes are so pure and bright.
Do you hear me,
my doom?
My death does not last long, I will soon rise again."
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.
He was brought up by the storm and he did not forget this, hurling winds from the sky.
Thunder cleaves the heavens, and a thunder-storm commemorates the defeat of light.
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.