27 July 2012
Behind the wardrobe's The Land of Forgotten, Where dust bunnies play in a destitute land. And old nails and needles And treasures abandoned Are waiting, just waiting to fall under hand.
The home of the brave And the land of the free, Of anything wishing Sanct'ry from me.
But for things looking loving, Who hate the dark, Who wish to escape the fate that's befallen All hope is lost, Get used to your limbo Make do, in godforsaken realm of Forgotten.
The Land Of Forgotten • Opuss № I