Father Storm - WUCAN

I don’t need your wind to howl through my forest

Father storm deep in your soul there’s nothing to harvest

My soil ain’t a carpet for your saint vitus dance

Watch me take your name

None of your thunders will wither my roots

Watch me rise over you

I’ll take your name and turn it into something good

So you better learn

I will take your name and turn it into something real

Never seen before

I will take your name and as your have sown the wind

You will reap the storm

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