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I am the son of the Wind and Rain, Thunder beckons and I hear the call,
If I die upon this day, in battle I will fall... Hear me Brothers, gather up the wolves to battle we will ride. War drums black-out the beating heart, howling from inside. Storm, Black clouds fill the sky Earth, hear my battlecry Fire, and Thunder will bring forth Death, from the power of the Horde... |
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Times are hard when things have got no meaning
I've found a key upon the floor Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find behind the door So what's the matter with you? Say me something new.Don't you know The cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go, away |
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