| The wind gathers the clouds in the sky
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| empyrean cracks and roars
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| the calm before the storm grows now to thunder"s song
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| gone are the singing birds, silently sigh only the trees.
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| Hear now the moment when the son of thunder speaks
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| The roar in crescendo, fills hte dark air and once more
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| The bringer of chaos makes the wind rise again
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| Watch him whirling, dancing in the step of time…
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| In the flash of lightning appears the majesty of skies
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| As the tempest sets world on to it"s knees,
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| Still steady stands one man brave
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| Challenging alone the nature
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| Screaming fiercely ovet the gale
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| Filled with the anger are also phrases of storm
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| And easily from the ground apart is the man soon torn
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| Cold is their embrance, of iron their handshake both
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| Mortal facing undying and the warring of their powers
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| For thousand years last their struggle,
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| One teardrop shed for every year, still
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| Enough to bring forth the thousand lakes,
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| enough for thousand rivers to shape
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| and as the northwind rises again
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| and the heaven cracks and roars
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| once more two headstrong figures
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| will test to defeat each others |