silently a shadow creeps,
through the hills where nobody sleeps.
traveling through the sighing marshes.
bearing with him a crown to keep.
taking it to the farthest,
a land beyond the crimson desserts,
over de holy seas.
his road will be the hardest,
though his price is of the least.
all the honor he'll receive,
will not reach him beyond time or space.
in the land of the farthest where he will spent his never ending day's.
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