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(a tale of the past Frostfall to the tune of 'Christmas Time is Here')
Birdsong has arrived,
somehow we've survived!
We were bold,
and fought the cold,
that Sun God had devised.
In the wake of war,
all those plague rats swore,
they would kill
and blood would spill,
'til equines were no more.
Now we stumble forth
from the wintry north
Plague rats sin
in the basin
as their new herd comes forth
Prisoners held in chains,
tearing out their manes!
Wars of stealth
wreck mental health
and cause us all great pains.
Though the winter's gone
its mem'ries live on,
we still fear
it drawing near
each time we see the dawn.
