Don't anger the gods 
You might find yourself in the grave 
The strongest of strong 
All have been put to the blade 
The great and the noble 
Princes and kings 
The power-mad rulers 
Who'd thought they'd win 

He drew his sword from the side 
His anger was mighty 
Mercy was nowhere in sight 
The heavens are opened 
The thunder it rings 
He's riding the lightning 
And the howling winds 

I am the sky, skybolter, skybolter, sky