They sent owls high overhead with the dawn.
They came down from the mountains as night fell,
Our Patrol from the Mark had a skirmish;
From the loft, I saw them through a peephole.
They’re coming through the pines!
They’re coming through the pines!
The purple and tattered flags adorn
The spear's high, the moon seeks morn.
At the sound of a trumpet straight arrows flew,
And men on the tower top knew pain.
They’re coming through the pines!
They’re coming through the pines!
To bravely stand and bravely fall, but horses
Panic, and their end is made; a stronghold
For King Goblin, in a hundred years it’s told
A Haunted and deserted Tower will be left.
They’re coming through the pines!
They’re coming through the pines!
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