Neptune

Wuthering clouds, whirling drizzle
And capricious storm are upon the surging ambition with hidden tides
Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle
Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart
Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when thousand mortals suffering extreme chill
Uprise with your rods and tridents, my demos
Go down the Lethe and never may return
I, am the storm

Raging gale, sanguinary dome
Plunge people into misery and suffering



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Writer(s): Very Mo
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