Skies, heed my word.

Clouds, gather below me.

Wind, let their cries be unheard.

Storm, cleanse the earth's apostasy.

By my command, the world shall be renewed.

Mankind shall know of our power again.

The apostate civilization shall here and now conclude

As I call: Lightning, strike all of the earth without refrain!

Siblings and children, did that satisfy you?

I believe there is nothing more left to do

But to watch them lose hope and come to us.

Of course, we will be saviors and it is power we shall amass.