As we Plan our attack we cause our dismay,
For we have no clue they are here,
As we rest our heads,
They strike us at night,
And we wait with our swords by our side,
As Demons Dismay comes charging at our door,
The horde come and strike at full moon,
They come like shadows unheard in the night,
As if we don’t expect them,
They come in the thousands,
They come without care,
Unknown, that we’ll soon beat them.
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