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Silent rustling in the lkeaves

Silent shaking in the crown

Storm, storm from the north

Lightning, lightning from the north

Thunder, thunder from the north

All slime shall be blown away

O triumph of black power

Blown away the leering face

Blown away the yellow light

O triumph of the dark, black night

Like a hurricane on the open sea

Like arrows in rapid flight

Like a flame on judgement day

The black army comes flying