We travel trough wasteland, it's hard but we still carry on
The Landscape is changing which path should we take?
No wat of knowing which one one is the safe
No sounds in the air, this place seems so weird
Behind every shadow there's someone that
watches our way
As we bravely carry on
Into a forest so deep and so dark
Who knows what lies ahead?
It's so strange but it feels like the forest is alive
There's somekind of magic that floats in the air
The Forest keeps whispering "beware,
which
wherever
where
weird
waving
watches
wasteland
turning
trough
travel
light
every
bodies
ground
should
feels
dangers
comes
always
death
magic
screams
sounds
attacks
floats
behind
someone
forest
faith
alive
night
landscape
ahead
despair
bravely
trolls
beware
sharpened
changing
knowing
whispering
seems
knows
shadow
keeps
leader
before
leading
swords
place
realized
carry
steel
strange
still
suddenly
survive
their
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