Forgotten Souls

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On the island of the forgotten, rises the armour

Veil the winter even though its warm 

Cluttering all over the curses drooling about lost songs

Summer is long gone for the forsaken ones

It last their past common sence to waken up the cold

Remember all about the others who have gone before they must

Hail Hail, them all gathering heads al near by

Whispering the words of wisdom of that old song alas!

Their unspeaking eyes are luring across the waves

So long has it been while they have rising the glass

One by one they start to sing, the old song of the forgotten island of souls.....

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