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king of worms caller of the crystalstorms shadowfaced armourer father of mine forging trumpets to lances yet spears to horns... stormchild ! eat my fevermind !! speeding through a bloodwrathsky with the stormchild aside conquering obsidian nights with the stormchild aside liquid galaxies and shattered suns i breathe with marblethroat and firelungs as a chronicler of the equinox yet, when the armourer sapke to me "it is my steelclwas that you breathe!" a million painbrideblades rose to be the stormchild's meadowsweet so the furyhorde quenches its thirst with chaosthorns with whirlwindwords from tempesttongues born stormchild ! eat my fevermind ! |
