The shires call your name oh Gaunt
The castles wait your return to their gates
The hounds of Loxley are silent in wait for your return
A maiden awaits your vessel of heavy laden
The cow horn blows your call
Zombies walk the wasted streets in wait for your brain
They also fear your sword of truth
The maiden sings a song from the banks of the Neches.
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