Sign Of A Storm

Skepticism

By The healing waters
Of my lovely shores
I laid
The air so bleak
So cold
I breathed with my eyes
With my ears
Through aeons went my journey

From these mountains
I swear the world
I am the hammer
I am lightning
By the signs I shall return
To burn all land
Beyond the seas


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