The Cranial Pride Lands Revisited

Sing a little song for me
He's lost inside his head
A traveller lost and far away
A collapse and now he's dead

He didn't venture far enough
Perhaps he'd gone too far
He picked old wounds, bled him dry
resurfaced ancient wounds

They thought they could restrain him
Thought his story's told
The Cranial Pride Lands held a claim
His soul forever sold

An ancient relic satisfied
He never had a prayer
Explore the deadly pride lands and
Remain forever there

He tried to alter his fates path
His life was filled in preaning
In difiance from all things real
He somehow lost his meaning

So sing a little song for me
He's lost inside his head
A traveller lost and far away
It's too late; now he's dead

> mary jane acoustic capture