…divined Nor ever was revealed With time-withered wings Once torn out of seraphims I spread a breath of cocytusian draught If I am the storm, the…
…a breath of cocytusian draught If I am the storm, the cerecloth to cover Creation requires decay…
…in time, the fire ceased to burn And as aeons pass by fade his softly whispered words Somewhere in time I'm alive! I am the Storm The fiercest of them all!…