"Colours burst in wild explosions;
Fiery, flaming shades of fall
All in accord with my pounding heart
Behold the autumnweaver..."| Constant "With each daring new concept
 creation and form
 one fragment of shelter
 from heaven be torn..."
 Crimson Winds "Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrath
 Manifold is the Terminus of oneself
 Invocate ye lord of the Left-behinds
 Preserve a seat for the weakened minds..."
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