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Only one night is missing |
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But this one will bring the storm that put an end to everything |
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The sky is still starlit, but if our faith, our desire is forceful enough |
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The strings of silence - hushed |
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The strings of silence - smooth |
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Within a few hours all signs will read storm |
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Listen! |
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It is true that there exist individuals |
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Who are never looking prouder |
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Warliker then the rising of the storm |
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Many-voiced the singing rises |
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The air seems to condense |
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Filled with electric sparks |
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Starting to fly, to rotate, to spin |
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To oscillate in the centre of the magical circle |
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The voices sound higher |
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Coil-linke circling and narrowing |
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The light rises faster and faster |
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(The sound is undescribable) |
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The voices resemble blowing wind, howling wolves |
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The silence break hissingly |
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The storm put on it's strings |
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The strait looks like a witch's cauldron |
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Like a hotblooded foaming geyser |
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The elements are in uproar |
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Now all signs are stormy |
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It's insignia are shining dark ablaze |
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A shining ablaze from a violent encounter of sulphur and lead |
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Everything is out of breath |
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Everything is beside itself - storm world! |
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In the shadow of heavy wings |
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Sorceresses preserver |
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In their fluttering clothes resist the beating weather |
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That almost tear the garments of our bodies |
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Flashes in the eye |
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Endless high pulsating coil |
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Is rising from the cone |
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A magical and miraculous horn |
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Of a unicorn whose top gets lost in infinity |
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Sparks spray, thunders beat, lightnings are inflamed |
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That the air is filled with the claps of heavy wings |
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The apocalyptic wildness of the storm |
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Who's now reigning with a brachial power unleashed despot |
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The string of the storm! |
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The storm of hell that never halts there |
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It drives the ghosts and demons in it's vortex |
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Everlasting, for the fatal and glorious return of our master... |
