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Windspirit's Call by I call thee, God of the wind, answer my call, As a silent whisper, came from the forgotten night hall... To spread the stream of night's tears, across the world tree, In darkness with the pale moonlight, falling upon it's branches... Whispering to the stars, Through the darkness, he will blow, to the bottomless, seas of creation, to the times, when the gods walked, upon The earth... An age, when the sun, will rise, from the east, bringing forth, the ancestral dawn, to clense, the circle of, the endless nightsky, And awake the, Windspirit's call...