The Resting Grounds

Created with A. I. as a tribute to the world and characters created Team Cherry. All names and places mentioned are a copyright of Team Cherry.

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[intro]
Heroes since past times laid to rest here
They keep a watchfull eye
No one shall disturb these hallowed grounds

[verse 1]
Here since before the wyrms time
Rituals dedicated to the dead whose shells now are filled only with emptiness
The tribe of moths
They consecrated these grounds in ancient times
Promising all allegiance to the majesty of Radiance

[verse 2]
As the shell arrives to these grounds
Not a sound pierces this silence
Only stone upon the long gone
And spirits in every corner of his eyes
These grounds are haunted by more than the recently deceased
A monument to the dreamers
Lies in the middle of this haunted place
Whispers from it calling upon him

[chorus]
The tunnels of the dead
Here many lay some from battles few form old age
These are the grounds where rituals were once held by the moths to their ancient god
The resting grounds where the souls of heroes stil hold vigil

[verse 3]
As he reaches the dreamers monument
He can see inscription upon it
To the protection of the vessel
The higher beings must lay dreaming
The teacher in the mist
The watcher atop the city
And the beast hidden deep within the crawling nest
Trough their devotion this kingdom shall last eternal

[verse 4]
As soon as the vessel finishes reading this he hears the voices of all three
The seal must not be broken
Our duties will hold
Now fade away little shadow
And let us sleep our eternal dream
The shell now fading into a dream
A prison just for him

[chorus]
The tunnels of the dead
Here many lay some from battles few form old age
These are the grounds where rituals were once held by the moths to their ancient god
The resting grounds where the souls of heroes stil hold vigil

[verse 5]
A dream of a floating island above endless nothingness
No escape
Yet a light faded appears to him
Creating a path from the island
The light takes the shape of a faded moth and whispers to him
They did force upon you a terrible fate
To cast you in these space between body and soul
But I will offer you chance of escape
Will you choose to accept your fate or will you take the weapon I offer you?
It will allow you to cut the walls of of dreams

[chorus]
The tunnels of the dead
Here many lay some from battles few form old age
These are the grounds where rituals were once held by the moths to their ancient god
The resting grounds where the souls of heroes stil hold vigil

[verse 6]
The shell takes the nail of dreams and cuts himself free
Waking up next to an ancient moth shaman
In a hut surrounded by spirit the shell can now also see
The shaman stares into his shell examining his void within there
The shaman can see things of wake and dreams
For she is the last surviving member of her tribe