abhi aaya nahi hai jo abhi aaya hua hai jo
abhi aane wala hai jo use toofan kahte hai
khuda ki shan kahte hai
abhi aaya nahi hai jo abhi aaya hua hai jo
abhi aane wala hai jo use toofan kahte hai
khuda ki shan kahte hai

koi paygam aaya hai, ye tere nam aaya hai
bahut najdik o jalim, tera anzam aaya hai
koi paygam aaya hai, ye tere nam aaya hai
bahut najdik o jalim, tera anzam aaya hai
nahi pahchanta kuch bhi
nahi jo janta kuch bhi, nahi jo manta kuch bhi
use toofan kahte hai, tujhe shaitan kahte hai

badalne lag gaya hai, rang mahfil ka sambhal ja tu
hawaye chal padi hai tej, chal bach kar nikal ja tu
badalne lag gaya hai, rang mahfil ka sambhal ja tu
hawaye chal padi hai tej, chal bach kar nikal ja tu
nahi to tut jayega, nahi to tut jayega
use aana hai aayega, jise toofan kahte hai
khuda ki shan kahte hai
abhi aaya nahi hai jo, abhi aaya hua hai jo
abhi aane wala hai jo, use toofan kahte hai
khuda ki shan kahte hai

likhe jate hai sare faisle, to aasmano par
wahi se bijliya girti hai, aise beimano par
likhe jate hai sare faisle, to aasmano par
wahi se bijliya girti hai, aise beimano par
jo hona hai wahi hoga, nahi hona nahi hoga
ye apna hai yahi hoga, ye sab insan kahte hai
tujhe shaitan kahte hai
abhi aaya nahi hai jo, abhi aaya hua hai jo
abhi aane wala hai jo, use toofan kahte hai
khuda ki shan kahte hai

That which has not yet arrived, that which is already here,
That which is yet to come, we call it the storm,
We call it the glory of God.
That which has not yet arrived, that which is already here,
That which is yet to come, we call it the storm,
We call it the glory of God.

Someone has arrived, without purpose, it is for your name that they've come,
The time is near, oh cruel one, your end has arrived.
Someone has arrived, without purpose, it is for your name that they've come,
The time is near, oh cruel one, your end has arrived.
They know nothing, those who know nothing,
Those who believe in nothing,
We call it the storm, we call you the devil.

The color of the gathering has stained the clouds, beware,
The winds have begun to blow fiercely, flee and escape,
The color of the gathering has stained the clouds, beware,
The winds have begun to blow fiercely, flee and escape,
It will not be broken, it will not be buried,
It must come, it will come, we call it the storm,
We call it the glory of God.
That which has not yet arrived, that which is already here,
That which is yet to come, we call it the storm,
We call it the glory of God.

All decisions are written, in the heavens above,
From there, lightning strikes, upon such deceivers.
All decisions are written, in the heavens above,
From there, lightning strikes, upon such deceivers.
What must be, will be, what must not be, will not be,
This is ours, this will be, this is what humans say,
We call you the devil.
That which has not yet arrived, that which is already here,
That which is yet to come, we call it the storm,
We call it the glory of God.