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These City walls are standing tall

A sanctuary for all that fall

Protected by its heavenly Grace

No Demon will ever enter this place

The old man reached his journeys goal,

This city seemed to have no soul.

The skies were dark, the city red

The land was covered where people bled.

He left Destruction and misery,

Locate some peace and to be free,

To find his way to find a life,

And not a rule by sword or knife

The fog descends on the city walls

He couldn't see that much at all

He hoped he'd found his promised land

This city seemed to be so grand?