| A deafening sound echoed through the mist
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| A warm breeze gave the choice of silence to the wind
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| But the wind grabbed the water to summon the black clouds of the sky
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| And to open up the eyes of the grieving heaven
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| Leaving the depths to quench the thirst with rain
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| A drink from the hands that created the past
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| Rain upsets the cold surface, wakes what sleeps beneath the ocean floor
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| Tantrum rises from it’s tidal sleep to crack the surface of this very earth
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| Water, the bringer of strength to release the wave
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| Storm bursts out from the giant’s mouth
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| When salt danced with the flames, the ocean and the sky spoke with fire
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| No sign of light at the horizon, Orion has faded, torn from above
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| Fell down from the heavens to be lost in the storm
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| Descended are the sons of the sky, to repel the assailing wave
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| The power of two wills divided by hate
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| In the last minutes of the tide, the hands of the foe held the saviors
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| Throat
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| A gathering to summon the dark hunter
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| Bursting into flames, cutting their strings from the heavens to fall
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| Into a towering battle between the stars and the sea
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| Face to face, the hunter stared into the storm |