(©Blueberryhill 1999)</p>

Fall, the leaves are gone - giving way to winter's call<br>
The frost lies on the ground, Edora sleeps in peaceful dreams<br>
Games, the children play - innocence that fades away<br>
The gates are closed by night, and darkness rides<br>
In moonlit air<br>
I see my home darker than ever before<br>
Please let me show oh, master you have to know<br>
Heading for the master's chambers, come to tell bad news<br>
"<b>Fear, fire, foes!</b> Let him in!"<br>
At the gates the guards won't stop me, haste is in my boots<br>
"He shall pass if news are ill"<br>
Pounding at the oaken door the sweat is on my brow<br>
"Wake up, master you must know"<br>
I've returned from northern lands and war is at our door<br>
"Go and pray in silent night"</p>

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