Towering clouds
Deities born
Into the smoke of holy prophecies
My heart
The mists of fallen kingdoms
Again it begins, again it ends
Towering clouds
Mighty and eternal
Over fields of fire
And seas of the ancient gods
Cyclopean cities drowning in dreams
Towering clouds
Forlorn beauty, suffering
The ones who were the first will rise again
Showing the world their powers
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