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Crimson Falls

Back at Crimson Falls
The nights are dark, and hallow
From the spell of the moon's lair
The trees dance wildly with it's branches
Branches, playing it's midnight tune

Back at Crimson Falls
The chill sweeps through the valley
As it whispers it's cool chant
Birds flee the wolf howls
As they echo, echo through the night

Back at Crimson Falls
A star blaze its trail over the land
Like a skip of a polished pebble
The place dims with the light
from the blue corn moon

Back at Crimson Falls
Caverns are filled with wondrous mystery
Calling, calling to those who seek
Crystal water flows from the mountain's mouth
As it trickles through the night
Trickling through Crimson Falls

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