Lock your doors, Bar your windows Beware the Sleeper is stirring. for the sleeper is stirring From the South marches an Army of Death From the North flows an eery Mist From the East come galloping a Ghostly Gray Mare From the West he comes. Bar the doors, shield the shutters Less yee be civil For the sleeper is waking His hair is the color of Earth The Eyes are that of the Sea The skin pales as seen Be yee Nations Righteous for the sleeper be he. Less he Takes the Army Less He ride into the mist For the Sleeper Has Awaken For the Mystic Warrior Has come Beware, Beware For The time is coming When Science Gives way to Magic When Evil rule the Lands, The Sleeper Will Awaken For Mystic Warrior Be He, Let him not Awaken GreyCloak 1996
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