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The wind stands still.I stand in awe as the empires crumble.The wind stands still.
The winds have returned to reclaim their throne.
Silently they watch as guardians of the dawn.
Quietly they show us the way back home.
All flesh we burned away to cleanse it from the memories.
We hope not we know that eternity awaits us.
It is now that I see the new empire arise.
It is now that I feel what it means to live.
While the wind stands still.


Lost MemoriesI wonder, how the air will smell, when I can breath again.Lost Memories
I wonder, what the woods will whisper, when I can hear again.
I wonder, how her skin will feel, when I can touch her again.
I wonder, how the rain will taste, when it falls on my tounge again.
I wonder, how the fog will look, when I can hide again.
I wonder, how the north will be, when the frost will return.
Let me wonder, how night will be, when light won't blind us anymore.
Let me wonder, who hell will be, when we have nothing to fear anymore.
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Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
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If you want to be a god of wind
You have to beat me
If you want to be a god of wind
You must take my skin
If you want to be a god of wind
You must use my nails
If you want to be a god of wind
You must be like me, must be like bear
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