In the Shadow of the King

On the shores of long forgotten land,

Where ruins of a past time stand,

Broken wretches chant along,

Whispering the name of Kong.

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Against the beast they cannot fight,

So many is number of nights,

Where they offer sacrifice,

Here that is the price of life.

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Come day, blood still upon the stone,

Sound of whispers, rattling bones.

The people offer up their prayers,

All that keeps at bay despair.

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Over years, with march of time,

Steadily, numbers decline.

Shiver, cough, within the rain,

Even fire cannot break fate's chains.

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Beyond the wall, nothing but death,

While sea would rob them of their breath.

To survive, they must fight, be strong,

Though always at mercy of Kong.