Outside the gates, evil awaits.
It's a known kind of darkness, that we've all escaped in briefness.
It's a known kind of darkness, that we've all escaped in briefness.
I wonder what lurks in these deep mountains, a sign I find, that someone obviously, left behind.
A bridge, "Oh my!" I think to myself, a perfect place for a picture, which I'll put on my shelf.
That's the end of the happy side of this story, lets let our hero fight for his glory.
A bridge, "Oh my!" I think to myself, a perfect place for a picture, which I'll put on my shelf.
That's the end of the happy side of this story, lets let our hero fight for his glory.
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