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To climb the mountain is no easy task
But it's so much harder coming down
All the torches of the party have all gone dark
Hungry mouths surround

There's no gold beneath the beast
Just a mountain of bone
The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers
A dynasty of one ascends to the throne

The names of many ancient travelers
Carved in the caverns we grind
Grow older and older with every step
Until no more are left to find

There's no gold beneath the beast
Just a pile of bones
The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers
A dynasty of one ascends to the throne

Yet here I am still rolling
A twenty sided die
Am I chaotic evil
Or lawfully good aligned?

Yet here I am still rolling
A twenty sided die
Am I chaotic evil
Or lawfully good aligned?

Yet here I am still rolling
A twenty sided die
Am I chaotic evil
Or lawfully good aligned?

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