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The Eleventh Hour
Winds are shifting,
Times are changing,
I can feel it in the air;
By this power,
This sacred hour,
As I mummble out a prayer.
Blood is gushing,
Head is rushing,
Arms are held up to dark skies;
Lightning flashing,
Thunder crashing,
Fear shall not reflect my eyes.