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Fear like perfume fills the air.
A fox is screaming in despair.
When his cage is open wide,
for the last time.

Never felt the grass under his paws.
Never had the chance to build a den.
All he ever knew was his wooden cage.
Down comes the axe and silence fills the air.

A wasteland is all that remains.
The last animals are in chains.
Only the oldest of them all.
Has heard the natures call.

She has felt the grass under her paws.
Raised by family in the safety of a den.
But now all she knows, is her wooden cage.
With nothing more to live for she takes her final breath.

Falling into a deep slumber, the longest of them all.
There is only sorrow, and endless pain.
Why, why! Is this all there is, no hope remains, only death awaits.

Deer's and badgers are, dragged out of their cages.
Their legs are bound together and then coated in a marinade.
Now the fires burning high, the quacking frogs will die.
Frog after frog thread on blackened iron sticks.
Oh what a horrible night, to be an animal.

Ascending down from the sky,
with a wingspan miles wide.
The swan riders fly through the night sky.
Scorching the human's lands.
With a book in is hands.
They were finally set free,
to live!

Mighty hero of humankind.
Was not easily defeated.
He was stronger than them all.
Unbeatable!

The Swanrider had an ace upon his sleeve.
He was the keeper of the Snailonomicon.
Given to him by the ancient moose good.
To use in his quest to end tyranny of man.

From ashes the hero attacks.
With his enchanted scythe.
But he was to slow.
The snail chant had begun.

The Snailonomicon was glowing
the Swanrider was singing sacred words.
Borra pengu rikka lotus,
fa fa fa fa pac pac pä!
Borra pengu rikka lotus,
fi fi fi fi purr purr poff!

Inside the Snailonomicon, the human hero will remain.
Forever trapped by the moose god's spell.
A strange serenity fills the air.
Now it's time to live and to be free.

Side by side marching into the woods for the very first time.
Deper deper deper deper, into a setting sun.
The moons are floating over the night sky and with the rising sun comes a new beginning.

Ascending down from the sky,
with a wingspan miles wide.
The swan riders fly through the night sky.
Scorching the human's lands.
With a book in is hands.
They were finally set free,
to live!

A funeral was held for the old fox who lost her will to live,
Just hours before they were freed.
The cruel irony of life is our destiny.
Now Join us in a song, for the one who…

Ascended down from the sky.
With a wingspan miles wide.
The snail riding a swan through the night skies.
He scorched the human's lands.
With a book in is hands.
The breaker of chains.
Our king.

He took his place on the throne.
Made from children bones.
A new era of peace and prosperity.
but nothing, last forever!
In the shadow's human lurks, and a plan of revenge.
Takes form.

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