The bellows of rage, the cries of sadness, the shrieks of pain.
Let your voices thunder in the halls between heaven and hell. Let your desires be heard in this world.
The blade of pride, the sabre of death, the sword of defense.
Let your blows flash like lightning in the skies above. Let your strikes be seen in the heavens.
The sweat of fear, the droplets of agony, the laments of sadness.
Let your tears rain upon the ground below. Let your feelings drown the hells.
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Why is it that every time it rains, it seems that somebody is crying.
Why is it that every time thunder roars that someone is screaming.
Why is it that every time lightning strikes that someone is running.
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