It came in waves.
Over the mountains and fields from far beyond.
Piece by piece in song, ever rolling away.

To carry on, the driving of the sun.
Cattle fed break on the maker hands,
Pass on through from man to man in sell.

All beginning must keep moving on.
Every song to write is to be sung.
Freyja's first in Feh to find, sending out is drawing back inside.

So with the sisters web begun, what is the price for hanging on?
The wolves grow bolder in the night, as fattened calves are herded tight.

And a breath that's held will surely fall.
As a poison serpent stops it all.
Metal laid to rest will find that it's eaten slowly over time.

It came in waves.

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