Master Wind, Master Wind, howling prowling Master Wind.

How does it feel to be, out of the clutches of misery?

Prancing, dancing on a cloud;

Thunder roaring mightily loud.

If ever a barrier stands in your way, do not delay,

Lend me your power that I might devour.

Whether they be friend or foe, dear or no, I would conquer all for thee.

So long as from misery, freedom I am granted...

Oh Master Wind, Master Wind, howling prowling Master Wind.

-- By Stephen Pollard