A Little Man

A little man walks to the door of a castle made of stone
He steps inside and shivers, wowowow it’s so cold
He builds a fire, and it lights up his face
His wide eyes explore the wall’s canvases

He sees stories of murder, stories of faith
Tales of fairies and a magical place
His footsteps echo around the corridors
Torches burning and the castle so colourful
He sees stories of murder, stories of faith
Tales of fairies and a magical place
His footsteps echo around the corridors
Torches burning and the castle so colourful

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A little man walks to the tower, oh-oh-oh-oh so high
He sees the city in the moonlight, the city that him to die

He sees stories of murder, stories of faith
Tales of fairies and a magical place
His footsteps echo around the corridors
Torches burning and the castle so colourful
He sees stories of murder, stories of faith
Tales of fairies and a magical place
His footsteps echo around the corridors
Torches burning and the castle so colourful

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