There's a story that we never forget.
A story that's passed down from ancient time.
About a kingdom in the distant light.
A kingdom that once lived under its prosperity.
Sheltering itself under the mighty mountain.
Words were spread across the land.
Song was sung by the poor and the rich.Until the dark force showed his mighty form.
Laying his eyes on the mountain.
The song that was once a lullaby to ears,
Was now a sad memory.Song of the lonely mountain.
We gathered up under the cold as we sung about our new-found adventure.
And what's taken must be returned.
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