Prelude to Calamity

The Empress surveys a bright purple sky
Her plan is coming to fruition
Her hounds and machines of death are marching
A wicked smirk crosses her face
The storm is coming
The storm is coming
The storm is coming
"Fragile" lives will turn to ash and sand


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