This plague's a breeze!
A wind blown deep beneath my wings
Swirls and leans between their sleeves
That hold it back from ravaging;
But they've grown weak...
What once was strong is now diving,
Tattered out the currents streams.
Leather ripped with ease falling
Free behind the eye circling
Those who speak it's speech into being.
I must find the ground!
Somewhere down to land on now
While evil breaths around those crowds.
A place to nurse my hands, and drown them out,
The screaming shouts that blows throughout
Where I'd sail those gales 'round about
Any worthy sound.