Shadows of whisper rising...
Open the stormwings over the night when the dusk of the thorns, in the sky the clouds are
burning when the moonlit shines on the winter.
Grace...time in winter heaven I am winter the moonlight in enthroned sky,
whispering like heaven, burning as clouds, from the skies of mist is the winter.
[Speak:] Heavens storms suffer
and burning when the enthroned sky like a mist.

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