Octofrye
Moon shines so bright,
Campside lit by the firelight.
Alone in the wilderness,
Thoughts turn to your childhood bliss.
A tale that your mother told of the octofrye
And his arms of gold
The legend still holds true,
The beat of his drums will make your soul shine through.
Drum beats fill your mind
Hear the voice of the evening sky
Singing the songs of the Octofrye
Let your soul run free,
He'll do to you what he did to me
He ain't hard to find,
He'll open up and blow your mind.
The legend still holds true,
The Octofrye has chosen you.
Drum beats fill your mind
Hear the voice of the evening sky
Singing the songs of the Octofrye
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