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The dryweed's tumble causes worry

It carries a matter that raises brows

In times like these it'll silence all wonders

All will seek out the hayman's banner

Here they gather from all far corners

The past has placed them there

From dark silhouettes it treads to light

The cattle builds a silent awe

The minion leader speaks

The words touch out to all tongues

Its cords bleed the entire farm

It even feeds the deaf

The message reaches most

Inside the outline a different note is forming

A few years are put to rest

The bigger herd grows wiery

The echoes, still present in the fields

The words touched out to all tongues

Leaving a lasting sensation on the walker

They've even fed the deaf

The roaring caught most

Inside the outline a different note hass formed

The few years are put to the test

The bigger herd grows in numbers

The hinges break and the lid blows wide open

before the air catches its breath diffusion

Riders of red are freed to devour

The earth shakes ansd the barns are lit

Shepherd's ranch is sent to hell