Reality died
With the setting sun
Chilling winds are breathing
In the trees
Voices whisper
The saga lives on
Imagination decides
What the eye is to see
Come forth o wanderer
Be brave
As you enter the cave
Enter The CaveReality died With the setting sun Chilling winds are breathing In the trees Voices whisper The saga lives on Imagination decides What the eye is to see Come forth o wanderer Be brave As you enter the cave |