one of three islands of glee,
in europe where birds can sing.
flowers and tree's from as far as i can see,
children at play are running.
the men walk off to war,
the wifes wave goodbye.
in a tent men eat wild boar.
in a middle of a battle a man dies.
but his soul is left with the soul of the finn,
he is laid to rest in the dirt,
while men around a fire drink ginn
the amazing bards command a concert.
we mourn those who died,
to protect those they loved.
corpse's friend's mourn,
but they know the soul is saved.
they know nothing can stop the finn!
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