A stir of the wind
The sunbird shines
Swaying fans, not for the wind, but by the wind
Angels befall this devils' land
Tall pointed spears
Steep edged cliffs
Fire burning the silk coated feel
Fear not, fear grows
For fear fears nothing
With every step, An Oasis
With every breathe, The breeze
The devils wither upon her feet
Heal the devils, heal
Hear my call,
For I am who I am,
The fallen angel of this land
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