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In Animus Response
Mother's fury strikes again!
Lest her people go in vain
her wrath is now procured
in wreck we moan our lewd
Ah! Our ways of greed 
as thunders heed
the fiery drops of rain
would come cold in pain
For this we shall continue to suffer
we'll cry 'till our eyes sore
our bodies numb for more
as we die of our lore