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So I guess this is farewell, May you Rest in Peace.

I have vowed to find a companion of your approval. One that shares your gracious heart, Your charming smile, And undeniable fealty.

I will help guide my father, Wryth, As he helped guide you. Maneuvering through the fields of madness, Or the celebration and triumph of great riches afar.

Watch over me, from above the clouds, Shelter me in times of darkness. Be my warden in times of chaos, In times when the sun doesn’t rise, And when the moon doesn’t glow. I can feel the winds of change, They are shaping, forming and evolving. Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, In a gale of inferno.

Watch over me, from above the clouds, Shelter me in times of darkness. Be my warden in times of chaos,

In times when the sun doesn’t rise, And when the moon doesn’t glow. I can feel the winds of change, They are shaping, forming and evolving. Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, In a gale of inferno.

Something deep from within, Pulling on the strings of my senses. Blurred visions and faint voices, Of a future not so distant. The calm and chilling waters, Of a Stygian Baptism.

Farwell Alton, May you Rest in Peace.

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