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The whisper and wail of the wind
In the shadow of a twister rocks go wandering
Rivers in the sky, night begins
We move on wheels we have no wings
Stormchaser
In the fading light close to the void
A panic attack, peace destroyed
Chasing the ghost of a smoking stack
In the centre of bell, better face the fact
Stormchaser
