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Trod between these sleep hills

Make your way across the wild

Let the gentle rain quietly soak

The ground and all beneath

Again the wand bites the soul

When thunder cracks in distance

Winds are gathering strength

Storms circling above

Rapids flowing with haste

Awaking the sleeping lakes

Pools of untouched light

From the cold chasm above

Enjoy the coldness and breeze

Extinguishing life and dreams

A roar from an awakening past

A dawning of glory that shall last