This home is my picture and it’s stained through the glass, Out in the harbor sits a black ship with no mast, Here in the tower they come and they go, Sometimes we run, sometimes it’s slow, Down past the hills where the dragons still loom, We send our best knights out there to their doom, The pits are barbaric below in the dark, Eyes of the demons placing their mark, The forest is twisted and plagued with the rot, We all get lost there believe it or not, Our merchents are rugged they slog through the swamps, Dodging the cyclops and Psychopomps, But still it is peaceful across the calm plains, Pilgrims and centaurs and lions to tame, Up in the tundra our allies reside, Hardened by minotaurs living beside, Far in the distance the sharp mountains stare back, They have the colossus to defend an attack, Last are our deserts so dry that they burn, You go in there and you’ll never return, This picture is my home and it’s the worst place to be, Inside of this kingdom of infinity,