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My rage is now unbounded.
My fists are made of stone.
The crushing weight of terror
is destroying your home.
For in the dark and lightning
and in the whipping rain,
I cannot help be terror,
for terror is my name.
I cannot speak for windlass
I cannot speak for rope
I only see the storm's dark clouds
and future shorn of hope.
My fists are made of stone.
The crushing weight of terror
is destroying your home.
For in the dark and lightning
and in the whipping rain,
I cannot help be terror,
for terror is my name.
I cannot speak for windlass
I cannot speak for rope
I only see the storm's dark clouds
and future shorn of hope.
