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Our guardian hides its red heart
In the cavernous depths, in the dark.
Then flies into a rage
In that ruinous cage
And devours their bones a la carte!
Our beast, it calls bolts from the sky
With a hideous, earsplitting cry
So run, my sweet lad
'neath the decks, ironclad
If you stand in the open, you'll die!
Now go, oh me hearties so grim
To that bleak prison cavern so dim
It's your blood that you'll spill
'til you've all had your fill
Or until you can no longer swim!