The Bleeding Hearth: A Tale of the Fierce Prince and the Guardian of the Key

Following a trail of hearsay
The troop went through the land
Nature became dryness
Then the cave emerged
They made their way through rocks
To the inky fount
To the creature of the abysm
Guardian of the key

What's the prize of the run?
Look at its bleeding heart
The breeze coming from outside
Do you wanna know the price?

And after years and years of fighting
The fierce prince stabbed its heart
And while its eyes were dying
The fiend snorted "no lock"

What's the prize of the run?
Look at its bleeding heart
The breeze coming from outside
Do you wanna know the price?

What's the prize of the run?
Look at its bleeding heart
The breeze coming from outside
Do you wanna know the price?



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