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WITHIN THE VORTEX

Ride the winds, on the back of Hell,
Lightning bolts and crucifixion nails.
Stand alone for the ferryman,
The Styx�s black water waits,
To carry away the damned.

Come alive within the hurricane,
To forge a path and leave a stain.
Break the stones on the winds,
Lost alone the vortex,
Waiting for the world�s end.

Elemental,
I�m the man of the storm.
Homicidal,
I will claim your first born.

Death cold breath upon your neck,
Leaving you in a weeping wreck.
Bundles against cutting breeze,
No more warmth within,
The Reaper takes all with ease.

I�m the presence you feel,
The calm before the storm.
The Raging God in every age,
Taking your sacrifice,
Tornadoes scream my name.

To eternity I have bared witness,
A mountain in the storm of endless bliss.
The trees, they shiver, at my caress,
Trembling at my passing,
Upon the peace, I still trespass.

Elemental,
I�m the man of the storm.
Homicidal,
I will claim your first born.