I hear the winds call
Trumpets blaring over the hills
Louder and louder, till the fall
Sympathetic winds save their energy, rage fills
A heart hardened over time
Wind blows, raging then calm
No rythm, no reason for the climb
And fall, tearing down the palms
No one else seems to hear it
Bliss is all thats known
Living with no reason to fear it
Horns blare, throwing throans
Still none heed
Majasty has fallen
No feel for need
These people dont hear them calling
Trumpets sound
With a flame unquenchable
Why they roam around
As if unable
To hear the impending blaze
Trumpets full flame
Bliss is all thats known
Only themselves to blame
As my fire burns it all to the ground
My trumpet flares all the same
None, not a soul around
Was prepared for the storm
I brought upon them
Storm raging inside
I'm coming back
Nowhere to hide


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