I can see in the dark night.
I can see a deadly fight.
The small town is about to fall.
No one will be left here at all.
More shadows come to the town.
One is wearing a gold crown.
The trade winds grow in force.
I’ll meow till I’m hoarse.
Bells ring around us.
I won’t make a fuss.
Time has come to an end.
To The Dead, I won’t bend.
THE DEAD GAME
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