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The rains will come, all hail the Storm King

The dying sun, beneath the coven sings

Eternal night, all shall take a knee

To the King, of the Storms to come

And the eye will cry, tears of joy

And flood the waste, they would create

The Magus points, His stave toward the sky

The witches dance, Skyclad in the moonlight

Mountain top, of the gods domain

The spirits speak, the words of the Storm King