| As your souls, black are our wings, nobody look us when we comes with the storm*
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| Our language is the thunder
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| A warning writted in the stars, it’s a dark Gonder hidden in the stormy skies
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| Lonely riders on black horses with eyes of fire
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| Our message is thunder, our language is strong wind, for weaks it’ll be tempest,
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| music for strong ones
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| As our souls, black are our wings, nobody looks us when we come with the storm
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| Travel vault of heavens with a cold smile
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| Dark creatures born from a stormy cloud, a thunderlight annunciate our arrival
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| Those who came with the storm preach words of chaos. |
| Chaos! |