When I was just a little young boy,. Papa said "Son, you'll never get far,. I'll tell you the reason if you want to know,. 'Cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go".
In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round. The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground. Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me.