LYRIC

When the winds come down
Cacophonous and vast
The crude skull whisper
The creature blackens same
And a thunder coils
To clear a path
Mine soul blackens free
Now, mine vessel is but dust
With a luminous clap
Now thunder
This thunder
Mine heart blackens true.

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