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Dust and pain remain,

Crows above the trail.

Cracked descent revealed,

Swallowed in the shale.

Mark the path, forget the light,

Stone by stone we march through blight.

Oaths are carved, the past denied,

Crash the seal with bloodied pride!

Steps through silent vaults,

Echoed long before.

Spells that time forgot,

Pulse beneath the floor.

We're calling the storm!

It waited far too long.

We're calling the storm!

It knows not flesh nor bone.

I have seen the signs,

Heard the crawling sound.

Felt the silence strain,

Far beyond this ground!

Steps before the gate,

Air too still to breathe.

Names engraved in ash,

Nothing left to grieve.

Time has come! Break the seal!

Crush the gate! Bones shall break!

Let the silent halls awake!

The seal is broken, breath unleashed,

Cold winds stir in hollow breach.

Hear our cry, storm yet chained,

Shadows! Rise and march through gate!

From the ancient depths I rise,

King of winds, unleashing might. Thunders roar my name in the skies — Storm, obey no masters!

And the Storm swept upward, Turning the warriors' hope into their demise. Famished hordes of denied shadows Rose to begin their relentless harvest...