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Ascending towards the

summits

from south

it sights the coldest night

black clouds devours the

mountain

converting in ashes the

horizon.

Nocturnal spirits rise from

crypts

to go over the wicked land

in company of the black bird

flying free in the night.

My soul feels the power

hidden behind the fog

and I see the lights shining

beyond the obscurity,

is the lightning that breaks

the night

to announce the southern

storm.