| Flayed by the driving rain, of black clouds scud across the sky
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| The world roars with rage and the very ground trembles
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| I watch as lightening spears the darkness
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| The stark outline of the trees stripped bare by winters ravaging chill
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| Wind screams, cutting the knives of sharpened frost
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| As I raise my arms to embrace the assault
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| All that lives cowers in the shadow of elemental wrath
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| Yet I stand and roar my challenge to the maelstrom
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| Mountains rear in the darkness
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| Colossal megaliths of malediction’s promise
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| Looming, immense, all knowing
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| Stoic against the fury of the storm
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| The raging tempest shrieks of hatred
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| Bunched clouds toil with the need to destroy
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| But I will remain unmoved in the face of the assault
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| I welcome the pain of nature’s vengeance
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| Eyes clenched shut
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| The freezing wind and stinging waters
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| Fear my skin and slake the thirst in my yearning soul
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| Never have I felt so alive
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| Every nerve tingles, every sense razor-keen
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| This frail, thin, stooped prison of flesh
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| Punished and invigorated
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| Crushed into the sodden earth
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| And therein will remain forever |