Wind, fierce wind,the wind found it's place,
the place it wants to settle in.
Fierce, fierce with rage,
the wind wants to fight a battle,
here it approaches us,
approaches us with it's golden carriage.
It wants to fight a battle,
a battle with no cause,
it will fight well and not surrender,
it will go against the laws.
The winds become a demon,
the winds become a monster,
the winds make the strongest man feeble,
the wind with the sea,
the wind impresses her.
Destruction at it's best,
the wind just can't rest,
it's these years of repression,
the wind was oppressed.
Hit the corners of the earth,
there were people who doubted it's worth.
After it fought it's battle,
it realised it was too much,
all it did was destroy,
this gave it strange joy.
But now it's done,
it had it's fun,
that was destruction at it's best,
it could now rest
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