Upon this twisted land And consecrated by the Gods' touch I shall create the cult of myself Where the sky and earth and divine fire are one I shall create my Thundercult May the sensation of the Thunder Descend onto me I am thunder, I am divine I am the Thundercult May the thunder be in my hand In my chest and my voice May I be a living Thundercult May the sensation of the thunder Descend onto me I am thunder, I am divine I am the thundercult This way the sentence from above Shall manifest itself Thus the cult was consecrated The Throne of Thunder is mine