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Yogscast: The battle for Minecraftia

From the deepest pits Of darkest hell, Comes the king of nether, Israphel. Through the portal, Ignorantly made, The sand starts to spread, And life starts to fade. But wait! Time may be short, the knight be gone, But there is still hope To right this wrong! From the battle of the breach To the Iron hand The heroic duo Can still stop the sand! The allies will gather From earth, air and sea, Will unite this land As it is meant to be. The dwarf and spaceman charge! For jaffas, minecraft and daisy! Give honeydey sixty-four Let the sand not faze me! And at the last battleground, When all will gather, Israpel, bow in hand He asks: 'who d

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Yogscast: The battle for Minecraftia

From the deepest pits Of darkest hell, Comes the king of nether, Israphel. Through the portal, Ignorantly made, The sand starts to spread, And life starts to fade. But wait! Time may be short, the knight be gone, But there is still hope To right this wrong! From the battle of the breach To the Iron hand The heroic duo Can still stop the sand! The allies will gather From earth, air and sea, Will unite this land As it is meant to be. The dwarf and spaceman charge! For jaffas, minecraft and daisy! Give honeydey sixty-four Let the sand not faze me! And at the last battleground, When all will gather, Israpel, bow in hand He asks: 'who d

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Yogscast: The battle for Minecraftia

From the deepest pits Of darkest hell, Comes the king of nether, Israphel. Through the portal, Ignorantly made, The sand starts to spread, And life starts to fade. But wait! Time may be short, the knight be gone, But there is still hope To right this wrong! From the battle of the breach To the Iron hand The heroic duo Can still stop the sand! The allies will gather From earth, air and sea, Will unite this land As it is meant to be. The dwarf and spaceman charge! For jaffas, minecraft and daisy! Give honeydey sixty-four Let the sand not faze me! And at the last battleground, When all will gather, Israpel, bow in hand He asks: 'who d

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