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Reaper’s Gale
Crawl down sun this is not your time
-- This is not your time --
Black waves slide
Under the sheathed moon
Upon the shore a silent storm
Heaves up from crimson foam
A will untamed
A new age born
From your mountain nests
-- High mountain nests --
Your iron clouds
To leave the sea its dancing
Refuse of stars
On this host of salty midnight tides
Gather drawn and draw tight
Your tempest
The storm comes
Shouldering aside
The storm comes
In a marching wind
This reaper’s gale
The storm comes
On this wild ride (Nowhere to run)
The storm comes
Riding a black sail
This reaper’s gale
Words by Steven Erikson
Music by Kit Soden
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