Þetta var það sem mín kynslóð ólst upp við (við þykjumst hafa alist upp á Star Wars en við erum aðeins of ung til að ná því æði almennilega)

Gráskallaballaða:

"For a timeless age the castle stood -- unbending power ... source of good!
Skeletor broke down the tower! Skeletor had stole the power!
For thirty years the evil reign -- until, at last, the champion!
Without friends' aid, alone this hour ... he had the will ... but not the power!
Until the castle, from deep within -- brought forth its power to aid him!
The only chance to save the land -- a hero's noble, final stand --
Power costs, and some might say ... it's only stone that passed away
Yet, who can say if a castle cried -- upon the night that Grayskull died!!"