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For many years a tale was spread

Of hoax or witchery that’s still to say.

The strange and invisible beating of a drum

Inspired terror length & breadth of a kingdom doomed.

A dreadful hollow sound in the air

That no living creature could ever bear.

On a cold and bitter winter’s night,

The reverend was summoned to fight

The kind of evil that was unleashed.

Yet the noises seemed at times to cease,

Never underrate an act of revenge,

As it always returns with mighty strength.

Reign of fear, as wielded the sceptre.

Kingdom of darkness, dominion of the spectre.