Rise up sleepyheads, pick up the pen;
For it's mightier than the sword, it's edge has no end.
The power of words is only limited in the depths of your mind,
Dig deep enough, and you will than find.
The forgotten souls, who craved for resolution,
Their lives were sacrificed in the wake of pollution.
They've pursued honor, love, power and fame;
Everything they have done has been in your names.
Are they not deserving their final rewards,
To fall in love or to master the swords;
Give them their lovers, their fortune, their thrones,
Help those who haunt bring rest to their bones.
And if you don't and pass on before, it's to be feared;
That your world will be known as The Land That Disappeared.
For it's mightier than the sword, it's edge has no end.
The power of words is only limited in the depths of your mind,
Dig deep enough, and you will than find.
The forgotten souls, who craved for resolution,
Their lives were sacrificed in the wake of pollution.
They've pursued honor, love, power and fame;
Everything they have done has been in your names.
Are they not deserving their final rewards,
To fall in love or to master the swords;
Give them their lovers, their fortune, their thrones,
Help those who haunt bring rest to their bones.
And if you don't and pass on before, it's to be feared;
That your world will be known as The Land That Disappeared.
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