The tempest has made herself known
She calls you in with crystal blue clarity and radiant sunlight
Her beauty blinds you to the danger as she screams down the mountain
First, your little birdhouse loses the shingles off the roof
Then, a tree falls and crushes the walls and the ice cold wind swirls within
The tempest blasts your little birdhouse apart
She knows her power and tricks you to trust her
But all she really wants is to blow your soul apart
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