The shadow looms over the land in waves
A shock of fear, and a burn of the fright Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!
Brave men hide in the sanctum of the caves
No paladin comes, not even the knight The shadow looms over the land in waves
Mother's hide children, but not from the knave
They hide because of the terrible sight Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!
The “good men” hide away for their conclave
They’re stiff in understanding of their plight The shadow looms over the land in waves
The masters run, they no longer enslave
Not a single one can bear to go fight Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!
The land is now clean, the night holds no rave
But the people still say in the sun’s light The shadow looms over the land in waves Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!
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