Cyclops

In Innisfail, they're the fair, there lies a land. The land of Holy Micin. There rises a watchtower, beheld of Menaphar, their sleep, the mighty dead. As in life, they slept warriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land, it is,. soothe of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gunner, the roach, the halibut, the gibd-hatic, the grills, the dab, the grill, the flounder, the mixed courseFish are too numerous to be enumerated. So that's kind of the bombastic language that he does here, which is supposed to