Voice of the Tempest (Vox Machina Fan Song)

It’s the loveable disaster druid! I’m thinking Vex’ahlia next . . . Listen on Spotify: Tip Jar: Art by Evgenia Leonova () Lyrics: I was born in the mountains where the earth courts the wind The clouds standing sentry over all of my kin Poor mother left me and my father alone She left me to lead them when I am grown I make like the wind and I travel the earth One day to return to the place of my birth Return as a master of water and flame The valleys to know me, and the wind speak my name The colors of Autumn cascade down his back I’ve such little time to attain what I lack The courage and grace that’s required of me How grand, these illusions of what I can be For I am young I am weak I am unworthy of the faith they place in me Voice as meek and frail as a zephyr I’ve seen through the eyes of the wolf and the lark I’ve faced mighty dragons and friends of the dark I’ve conquered the trials of earth, fire, and sea And yet I am blind to the woman they see They tell me I’m worthy, they tell me I’m strong In spite of my failings they keep me along They sing me my praises and swear that they’re true And say that they’ll sing them till I learn the tune So I’ll be bold I’ll be strong I’ll be the leader my home can rely upon Help me find my voice, o’ tempest I am the waters and I am the flame I am the thunder and I am the rain Heed me o’ forest, and heed me o’ plains Heed my call Fear is a river, but I’m in control Doubt is a current that ebbs and flows Fierce as the hail and as gentle as snow Oh, can you hear it? The Voice of the Tempest