Open, crimson sky No umbrella can protect Will I be gurgled?

Wind sweeps the outfield Carries the voice of Idols Hear the Null speaking

The sun hides away Stark rays light up the eclipse Rest in Violence

new kids have a Price the hot sauce is too spicy Enhance Party Time

no words just crackle under the sea of legumes a tide is rising

beak sharp and ready nine thousand two hundred birds her shell cracks open

Fickle molecules Undone by the Umpire's gaze One more leaves the game

Thomas Dracaena is still hitting a ground out to Edric Tosser

Pods spit out a team Puppets hung on peanut string Who can break their chains?

the gale carries words KILL THE GODS OR DIE TRYING Nagomi's Wisdom

Nothing to do now Except watch as all unfolds Drama on Twitter

Non-zero percent The game, around the corner Anticipation

ended no longer the Fall is happening now play must continue