Raging Arsenal Of Waves by Nomad
The anger of sea, when the nature calls the heart The
anger of fire, when the mind is full of gratitude The
judgement to the fool and the whip to the slavesThe
arsenal of mud to the blindThe war of lies to the
hypocritesI call the time a dimension of the deep seaBlow
of fire is the deputy of separated childrenDawn of
monuments rises between the death and the faultOh, hug
me, distant is your voice Oh, tear me apart, near is your
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