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I'll arrive tonight

Uninvited, unexpected

I'm weaving through the fields

Clouds obscuring me

Grey and mighty

They will guide me all the way

Just right to your door

Hear me, Fear me, Feel me

Be prepared!

I see your roots breaking

Mind aching

Banks will be rock

This night you could lose it all

An unfair fight

Turn away, run away

Rescue what remains

Of your easy life, your fragile mind

Here comes a storm

My Storm

I knock on your door

Shake the windows

Break the branches in your garden

Of holy facades

You can't run away

Just try to hide

And I will find you anyway

To play my insane game

I see your roots breaking

Mind aching

Banks will be rock

This night you could lose it all

An unfair fight

Turn away, run away

Rescue what remains

Of your easy life, your fragile mind

Here comes a storm