The elves, so pretty,
So perfect, so pure.
Will kill you while sleeping,
Of this I'm sure.
Their arrows are swift,
Their swords more so,
While they shall strike high,
You're forced to strike low.
The elves, so pretty,
So perfect, so pure.
Will kill you while sleeping,
Of this I'm sure.
Their arrows are swift,
Their swords more so,
While they shall strike high,
You're forced to strike low.