The enemy is trying to hold their stones of calm, but the storm rises from afar, here comes the thunder of its call, it comes across the sands, from no matter it rises and calls the enemies by name, reading them from a scroll, and thunder roars and like a whip the lighting strikes, with all the power and might, you expect, and the clouds billow and spread, enemy, enemy you lose your head.

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