| A hidden voice beneath the Thunder
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| Cascades whispers reaching down
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| A life less perfect in its living
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| Is to real purpose summoned now
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| As dream carved eyes sing empathy
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| With wings made mortal to the search
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| For essence weighed in temples razed
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| Ascend the fires and salted earth
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| I can see the message breathing still
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| I can hear the voices sounding deep inside
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| I can feel the hero rising up above the silence
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| Your soul remembers yet, the path that men forget
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| I bring the winds, to free you from your hesitation
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| I call the storms to remind you what you are
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| My faith endures for the sake of something less and more in them
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| And so I bring the winds, to echo in your heart
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| Drifting scenes of shameful things
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| To haunt corrupted will
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| The Lion pacing at the edge
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| Guards the keep that faith once built
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| Find constitution in your soul
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| A vessel for your light
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| Eyes drift toward the northern fires
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| A beacon to the ocean of the night |