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The children stream forth like a fountain

Wandering long ways from the mountain

They bring a message from their master

In the east, a great disaster

They say that Thulsa's dead

that the mountain is his tomb

And now he's children

are mere orphans of doom

The Warrior we thought long dead

Came back to claim old thulsa's head

But vengeance came with a great cost

The Children's purpose now is lost

They say that Thulsa's dead

that the mountain is his tomb

And now he's children

are mere orphans of doom

Fear spreads like wildfire

Through the tyrants halls

The son of Corin howls

As the temple falls!