YEAR OF OUR DISCONTENT
After the cock crow
Beyond the horizon, the red sun is going down lighting the waters below
Every living creature lift their heads to proclaim great is the Lord above
Darkness has fallen upon the land like a mist the evil swoops by hastily
Having but a short time to ravage the land spreading evil discontent
Much will be done before the morning begun in the distance a cock crow
Bringing forth the bright morning star that has and is to conquer for all ages
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