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After receiving an anonymous skelephone call from somewhere near the eastern side (it was likely to have been made by the Language Goat), the boys once again set out to audioconfusion? with the task of dedicating the newly discovered information to audible record. Nestled deep in the heart of the land of Nod, this collection of song was recorded in two days on September 28 and 29 in the year of our lord two thousand and seven.
The Vision of a Dying World is vast before our eyes.
We feel the heartbeat of its need, we hear its feeble cries.
The savage hugs his god of stone and fears descent of night.
The city dweller cringes lone amid the garish light.
Today, as understanding’s bounds are stretched on every hand,
O clothe thy word in bright, new sounds, and speed it o’er the land.
The warning bell of judgment tolls, above us looms the cross
Around are ever dying souls--how great, how great the loss!
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