See the moutains kiss the sky, see the mist way up high, the battle
feild is so wet an' cold where battles were fought, storys told,
The wind howls the tree sway, death is on it's way,
The warriors fought True bold, against death an' the cold,
True warriors have Died, An' burried,
The children cry,
For "Dark Forest has a watchful eye",
Death Will open up it's Grave...
Who got there...?
None but the BRAVE!