Backdraft Lyrics

Going back to the ground depths as a whale diving in the sea.
A trail of chaos and flames of our sins.

Power goes back to the cradle!
Hunger fuels instinct. Eyes still clogged with dust, we see hotbed revived.
Seeking culprit, parched bearing arms against their own.
Nations against nations, for obsolete grudge.
War remains

Going back to the ground depths as a whale diving in the sea.
A trail of chaos and flames of our sins.

He's back, as he came, a wave of incredible destruction!

For some a savior of madness, by carnage make peace.
For other, the purgatory, for the wind we sow.

Backdraft which engulfs out sins!
Or hands of fire god that perhaps beyond destruction,
Will purge the world