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i tradens sang within the song of the trees
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A net now spun
So sharp, spreading black
Infuriated by the luster of blood
Baptized in unsanctified juice
A song of birth, beginning
One of unsanctified brotherhood
A song about sacrifice and the end of life
A song about fire and biting into ground so soft
However, there is a song I do not sing
Its words I have not spoken
These words my mouth not fit
Hear the quiver now in the leaves of the tree
As we stand in silence
May their mouths whisper...