An Old Tyrian Folklore Children's Song
An Old Tyrian Folklore Children's Song.
Five little blood stones sitting in rows,
One fell off and broke its nose.
Four little blood stones sitting in piles,
Volcanoe shot one a hundred miles.
Three little blood stones sitting in fear,
Another blew off and landed right here.
Two little blood stones alone in the rubble,
They waved to each other as one landed in Maguuma Jungle.
One little blood stone took one last look to the south,
Now he's at the entrance to Abbadon's Mouth!
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