Alas, with a saddened heart I proclaim unto you, here we arrive. Let the wind flow under our wings of graciousness, for our eyes are cast forward and our minds are enlightened in our hails For the Skies, our savior that provides the needed momentum for our sacred quest.

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We are ashes of a dying fire,
Casting hails upon our roots,
Each ember, a flurry,
In this icy storm, pursue.

We are the ashen clouds,
That overcast the sky,
Bringing heat,
To they that find.

Throwing lightning,
Form the skies,
Catching wind,
Bring they that died.

Pass beyond,
Find the gate,
Ride the wind,
To your fate.

For the skies,
We have hailed.
To the end,
We shall prevail.