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1. I fell down a cliff once I survived then I do not think i would do so again

2. Santa Claus is Santa Claus, and mrs. Claus is nice. They meet whenever they have time, and romp around like mice.

3. Dreary Dreams and stories known, awaits in the tower tall. Stir the sleeper, wake her up! Preserve her peace with all your might.. Love will kill without regret, but shall harvest the deepest sorrow

4. When snow covers the ground and silence fills the streets and the ho-ho-hoes sounds through the air you will feel the peace of christmas envelopeing you.

5. Another year has passed and in the darkness of winter we wait and light up some firewroks as bait for the sun to return...

Happy New Year!

6. Woe is me, woe is me! I have contracted a virus they say is dead-ly! If i shall recover i must not work! Lie still in bed, get lost in thought, and sleep.. snore

7. Blood and Gore, and Gore and Blood Foollowing your heart shall brand you a traitor Slaughtering the defenceless is what they want Play by their side and think fore you act Not even godhood will save you from their wrath

8. His name is Power Max Power He was dead then He is dead now He served the throne Now he serves the foe Beware him For he is Max Power

9.

The Fortress

1, when the army arrives

The host arrives, bringing the night. Promising Bloody Death. We shall not succumb to their might. We shall stand and Fight!

2, when they breach the main gate.

The mighty host is breaking through. Piercing through our walls. We will take up sword and spear. We will push them out!

3, when they breach the inner wall

The powerful host is swarming in. Breaking up our ranks. We must retreat to higher ground. We must regroup to strike!

4, when they breach into the courtyard

The grievous host is crushing on. Bursting our barricades down. We can not give in. We can not be beat!

5(a), when the army wins.

The vicous host has overrun. Its victims it was us. We're doomed and all we had is lost. But we shall fight til last breath, until the last man falls.

5(b), when the army looses.

The malicious host is routed. The enemy has fled. We have won. We have survived. We are the victor supreme

10. Wishes fulfilled Promises made Friends and foes And giant talking rocks.