• Master of wind, sings to me in sweet melody’s.
    Of reason of twisted trees.
    Which reach from the earth to the master of the sky.
    Who rips the tops of lovers heads off.
    To the claps of towering sun scrapers fall the loving trees.
    To their untouchable soul’s rip from the route.
    Master of wind, sings of untimely death.
    back ground voice’s cry in fear and sorrow.
    While the master of wind whistleδ in and out of sight.
    The signer to all and a brainier of flame and ruin.
    There is no reason for death.