Midnight sun, day coming
Sky parts you'll see something
Flys down near to the ground
Hovering there making a sound
White beard deep fear frightening
Silence broke by lightning
Too late he fixed your fate
No need to run, said it's too late
Ships on a surface
Long last finds a purpose
Slave troll reads from a scroll
He always does, just what he'd told

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