The City Rises

The wind is cold the sun hot

the rivers have started rise,

The old forest has started to rot

the old guard has met its demise.

A new city has risen its banner and lifted it walls

the people cheer as the new star shines and the old idol falls,

So come all you weary souls to the castle you are gladly bidden

you have no need to search for a city set upon a hill cannot be hidden.


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