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Falconer Chapters From A Vale Forlorn

When profit shows his face our sense of clarity is washed away. Spinning round the axle of greed, don't let the economy stagnate for it's our creed.

through all sorrows. Follow the path towards your fate and I will be your guide. Bring me all your treasures, I'll grant you my love. Buy yourself a dream or a

in the night. Pictures of deepest fear reflect in your eyes, like a fire in your soul. Burst through the forest of the wild. The full moon beholds from

down upon us with greatest might. Gathering the power from above the clouds, blackening the sun away from sight. Gaze in frustration as ground becomes a

while the dissidents reach for their dreams. The nations' split by false hands while their prize slowly vaporize into a steam that escape their eyes. A