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Framed

from The Box (2011) by Ian Gordon

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"Landing unscathed upon a green plateau, Jason heads toward a distant spire. Happening upon the village of Tenitor, he once again encounters the band of dwarves. This time however, Brian's intentions are clearer."

Narrator
The sky is tearing as he falls within
Beneath the canvas of reality
The grass is soft and dew drops moisturise
The blades as sharp as knives upon the plain

He sees a golden spire ahead of him
It's in the distance glowing in the Sun

Onward he goes
In search of the shrouded man

Jason meets an empty town
A place beneath the golden spire
Surrounding him are wooden huts
The faces in the windows bare

Village of Tenitor
Welcome to another world
Here we are again
Face to face with something we just cannot understand
Welcome to the other world
Here we are again
Face to face with dangers we just cannot comprehend

- The spire of the golden church -

Narrator
Jason walks into the church alone
He's reunited with his Dwarven friend
Brian shakes his hand and sits him down

Brian
We've got some work to do so listen now...

You must traverse the plains of Tenitor
To reach the Citadel beyond the dust

Onward you go
In search of the golden crown

Narrator
Jason is to leave the town
To plunder depths of dust unknown

Brian
Within the crown
A precious stone
Will help assist your journey home

Village of Tenitor
Welcome to another world
Here we are again
Face to face with something we just cannot understand
Welcome to the other world
Here we are again
Face to face with dangers we just cannot comprehend

Brian
But beware of the Beings in the streets in the dark
They will tempt you...

- The Eternal City -

"Once again accompanied by the wall of mist, Jason pursues the golden crown in the Eternal City."

Narrator
The atmosphere is thick with presence
Yet the city streets are still
Scattered corpses litter every road
As does their smell
The darkness has descended
As he glares into the distance
He sees the towers, the silent towers
And the Citadel as lonely as the rest
Of this old city
It's oh so dead

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from The Box (2011), released July 5, 2011
Written, recorded & produced by Ian Gordon

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