In the morning sunshine dwells fear and pain.
Over the Foothills Dawn screams through the valley.
A band of radical pirates populate the village.
Their presence causing an increasing desperation for fantasy.
With a little bit of flash and a great deal of substance laughter remained grinning on the face of fear.
As the ties that bind were elaborately overstepped.
The native savages grazed in the pasture of fate.
Exclaiming that will be the death of us all.
That will be the death of us all.