Lyrics: Metalium. Eye Of The Storm.
On A Never Ending Plain,
Awakening My Senses
A Breeze Is Growing
Stirring Skies Above
Something's Not The Same,
The Air Around Is Seething
A Godly Presence,
Spirits Taking Off
Coming Nearer
Overtaking
Storm Is Brewing
Ready To Fight
Awakening My Senses
A Breeze Is Growing
Stirring Skies Above
Something's Not The Same,
The Air Around Is Seething
A Godly Presence,
Spirits Taking Off
Coming Nearer
Overtaking
Storm Is Brewing
Ready To Fight
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