The old sea-god’s shrine

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Upon the high green hill

Where the wild wind howls shrill

There stands a wooden shrine

Long washed out by the brine.

You must go defenseless

Or be fully senseless,

To face the old sea god

And he, immortal cod,

Will gift you in a strange

Mysterious orange

Rising upon the west

The answer to your quest;

Thy need no offerings

If true your question rings

Though beware of the pain

Which comes with what you gain,

Oh you must remain strong

For what’s right can be wrong…

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