Mask

The woods beckoned with a familiar call
Swamp, mountain, ocean, canyon
The four who are there
Protect and relieve us from the terror of the falling moon over Termina
As the goddess of time wait's for her song.

Turning winter into spring he'll save the lives of all he sees
But soon time will rewind and snowhead once again shall freeze.

Three days to beat the odds and bring the moon back to the sky
Four corners of the land hide giants confined
By powers from the mask made by the ancient tribe
Uncontrollable power that will bring Termina to its knees.

Graves mark the place where heaven meets with hell below
A long lost kingdom guarded by the dead
Turn the tower on its head and shine a light unto the land
Of desert air and evil spawn
Four giants of land crush goddesses above.

Impeach the goddesses.

Three days to beat the odds and bring the moon back to the sky
Four corners of the land hide giants confined
By powers from the mask made by the ancient tribe
Uncontrollable power that will bring Termina to its knees.