over the glen, and through the dale,
the shadows follow us,
through the snowy winter's hail
we shout an unfortunate cuss
with ink and scrawl, we shape our land
through the forest claden minds
and without fear, we look on, hand-in-hand
look on to see what our creation finds
shadow and cruelty lie just beyond the border
of our carefully sculpted world
we maintain serenity, peace and order
and our master plan is unfurled
darkness creeps through the day
and we are not ready
we stand tall and fight to the fray
our gleaming blades, ready.
With ink and scrawl we made our world
and with it we will fall
our creation is thrown to darkness; hurled
and nothing is left at all.
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