King of worms
Caller of the crystalstorms
Shadowfaced armourer
Father of mine
Forging trumpets to lances
Yet spears to horns...
Stormchild!
Eat my fevermind!
Speeding through a bloodwrathsky
With the stormchild aside
Conquering obsidian nights
With the stormchild aside
Liquid galaxies
And shattered suns I breathe
With marblethroat and firelungs
As a chronicler of the equinox
Yet, when the armourer sapke to me
'It is my steelclwas that you breathe!'
A million painbrideblades rose
To be the stormchild's meadowsweet
So the furyhorde quenches its thirst with chaosthorns
With whirlwindwords from tempesttongues born