True magic


One, Two, Three, Four,

are you eager for it's shore?

The pale face rises into night,

soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine.

 we stand watch on the woods of our sailors

and create worlds of our ancestors.

Follow the one you'll guide into your path, your soul,

your life.



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