In these times of devastation
Ruled of slothful thirst of all...
...But now is rolling over the pounding earth
A breeze of death under natures skirt

Her eye will look upon us
But her scowl can kill
She'll twist our hearts
You'll see the storms drown over the hills
The age of (the) ancient four begins

The act runs further
As the sky turns black
Sharp crystals of snow are falling down
As live freeze at the natures crown

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