Ventus mentis… fracta corda… Ashes circle round my silent eyes. Thunder walks the halls of reason, Cracks the mirrors of my calm. Every thought a turning tempest, Every breath a broken psalm. Hurricanes of the mind, Tear the heavens wide! Let the storm decide What within us must survive. I dance on shattered lightning, Barefoot in the rain; The wind braids ancient stories Through every ounce of pain. Male: Steel and fire, Soprano: Feathered sigh… Together:_ We spiral higher ‘Til even angels cry! Breathe… the eye of the storm remembers… Raise your voices! Let the sky ignite! We are the tempest We are the night!
