Dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.
The war is common cry,
Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall
The dark Lord rides in full force...gather men of the west! For his wrath must be challanged. The Three Angels of Avalon can no longer help us. The Five Demons of Avalon are children compared to this foe. War is upon us now! The dark Lord has sent out his mightiest warrior to lead the battle, the Reaper-King, the Mightiest of the Six Reapers.
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Race: (Human or Catlon (Catlons can only be Female)
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Homeland: (Gravince, Gandriar, or Hyland)