[I. A Clot of Tragedy] Bring this underground, bring this to its knees Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery we have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of deceit Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds its nest will nest [II. A Swarm of Dedication]
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