Happy new queer! Or new beer, or new year, or new life. Or whatever. My wish to all of us is to let the whirlwind blow. Because I saw what was the winning side, but still I joined the other. The order has no sense of history! We will win! Thousandfold! Marichi weu!

I felt a shiver in the heat-haze: the waiting time is over
Strange tongues on the airwaves as the voices call from distant lands.

Let the whirlwind blow! Through the ice, the melting, melting snows
Let the whirlwind blow! Across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below

And so we shutter up the doorways as the ripples move towards us
For a moment stop breathing; she wakes and stirs beneath our feet
I saw which was the winning side but still I joined the other
And I’m in love with every strange unfolding day as the storm begins to break cover.
The order try to stand their ground while every battlefront is shifting. Well, they still believe that they can hold the reins but then they’ve got no sense of history!

Let the whirlwind blow
Through the ice, the melting, melting snows
Let the whirlwind blow
Across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below

Let the whirlwind blow
The waters seething, bubbling out of control
Let the whirlwind blow
Come on take my hand and we’ll dive!