I am who through the gales dark flame Divine spreads with the hollow northern bell's deaf agony
Who through dark mountains lights the red dawn's shine fro' sparks of pain and star of lethargy
I king of comets yet swirls my spirit violent like desert dust a pyramid of wind
I storm of thunders yet more than grave I'm silent hiding my tombs' morbidity within
I rainbow abyss - yet would bewail my sorrow like chilly winds play withered reed on lakes
I glow of aethnas yet through the miry plains mourning and dull as funeral I follow
The oceans play their harps swirl fires of Paradise make the Sun
My enemy the Sun praise God and rise
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