Darkness has fallen acrossed the land
This done by someone's evil hand
Light became dark
Day became night
The land was full of fright

Evil was felt
Hope was lost
Nothing remained
But emptiness
The kingdom had fallen

The man known as Korg
Caused this evil he had forged
Soul blackened by hate
This kingdom he swore to devastate
Will his will make it to late

The king had but one hope
A hero that lived beneath his moat
The champion that could battle
To save the kingdom of Zattle
He is the last chance for hope

The hero's name would be all of one word
That all the land has heard
Striking fear in the weak
Bringing evil to his feet
The man name was Wolf and he could not be beat

The king summons him to help
Wolf came wearing his battle Kelt
He swore to destroy all that was evil
To him it was all feeble
He traveled to Korg's liar on mount Zeeble

He arrives and they begin to battle
In the process upsetting many cattle
On the stake was the kingdom of Zattle
Who would win this battle

A clash of swords
A cut of skin
Blood dropping on floor
Good and evil at it once more

Then the moment we call truth
Both swords came at the heads
Who would live and who would be dead
Then a crash to the ground, that landed hard
Korg fell like lifeless lard

Wolf stood victorious once again
Evil and darkness left the land
All because a man named Wolf fought a battle
For a kingdom a place we call Zattle...

© 1996 Paradox

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