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The winds sweep across the raging skies of our tormented domain All around I heat the ghostly chants of generations gone can't they the howls of the Old Ones great coming with the storms? Cries of betrayal and destroyed will over ages passed I hear the winds of immortal wisdom sing Nature is yet to breath its last breath They blindly go about their ways, forget what is real A fantasy turned to legacy, a spiral of doom Can't they hear the howls of the Old Ones great coming with the winds? The warnings fall on stubborn minds and on deaf ears From Letras Mania