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Prelude To The Red StormI wake up soaked to the skinWalking alone down the path of the damned A fine breeze stops me in the middle of this lonesome land Then I see you Dressed in white, as the angels I used to dream as a child Although now I'm old, lost and tired I try to reach out, but all I can see is you, dancing with the red storm. |