| Suddenly they awoke. |
| The wind was getting stronger, and snow was beginning
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| To fall. |
| «Looks like
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| There’s a storm coming» someone said. |
| Oh, how right they were. |
| In a matter
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| Of minutes the sky was
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| Covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning ripped the sky and the wind
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| Had now fully grown
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| Into a storm
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| Just as they were planning on seeking shelter among the trees they were
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| Suddenly attacked from
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| The sky. |
| Someone was aiming the lightning at them in attempt to stop our
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| Brave travelers once and
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| For all. |
| There was no time to waste. |
| They had to find shelter, or they would
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| Be caught in the eye
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| Of the storm. |
| So run, run as fast as you can as the dark comes for your
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| Soul
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| Snow, is falling so white and cold
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| The wind is growing in strength and in rage
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| The sky that once was so clear
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| Is now toning over our heads
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| The sense of magic is in the air
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| Can it be the work of the magic book?
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| Or just by the powers of nature
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| All that we know is that we just can’t stay
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| Or we’ll be caught in the eye of the storm
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| So run, run away
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| As fast as you can
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| To escape from the shadows
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| We need to find shelter
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| A place we can hide
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| From the eye of the storm
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| So run, run away…
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| There, far away in the mountain hall
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| Maybe there’s somewhere we can hide
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| With thunder and lighting above us
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| We’re running as hard as we can
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| Hunted by the magic of the damned
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| Can it be the work of the magic book?
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| Or just by the powers of nature
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| All that we know is that we just can’t stay
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| Or we’ll be caught in the eye of the storm
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| So run, run away…
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| Can it be the work of the magic book?
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| Or just by the powers of nature
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| All that we know is that we just can’t stay
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| Or we’ll be caught in the eye of the storm
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| So run, run away… |