اصل بول
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Hear the winds announcing the storm.
Can you see the blackened sky in the north?
See how the light fades with the rain,
Forging a stream, pulling everything away.
Raging storms, the power of mother nature.
Go, and hide for the incoming.
Leave, and wait for the silence-call.
No need for us to defend our homes.
This enemy is one that wins from all.
In the eye of the dome we can't see the light,
All is dark. now behold: the great and divine
Have all faced these storms, in stories they are told.
An unprepared war, against the nature
We are still so small and meaningless;
No honour for there where we are born.
Just battling on towards new lands, and new shores,
Never looking back.
See the birds announcing the storm.
Can you see they're leaving to the north?
Listen to the signs spoken from far.
This storm will come to tear everything apart.
