A willow stands tall and alone
Upon a hill hiding the bone
The Keeper protects the secret here
He knows who and what you fear
He will find you, if he wants
Something from you, that's why it hunts.
Without the willow he will die
But the willow stands till the end is nigh.
No one knows where it stands
Except for a couple, of small bands
They live near the hill of dread
Guarding people from the dead.
The Keeper kills them one by one
Until the deed is all done
And the sun shall fall to moon
All are gone before high noon.
No one left, but the kings
And the evil the keeper brings.
This will happen in while
Once the hill, has moved a mile.
So do not fear, you are safe
But you should practice to strafe
