Текст песни Ancient Bards - 3.01 before the Storm

The world seems to hold its breath anticipating what is to come The quietness only broken by the rattling of battle weary lungs pressed to the ground Barely perceivable to most They roar loud as thunder in the minds of the two combatants As they prepare for the crucial battle
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