Night is spreading wings over bleak hills
Darkness surrounds children of forest
Marshes are waking, the dreadful ills
Dead rise to life, lurking in turbid waters
Shrill howls in mist, murmurs and screams
Ghosts hunt the living, crave for their bodies
Roots are feeding from poisoned streams
Trees are awaken, don't cross their borders

Light the fire
In the marshes
Inhale deeply
Rotten mist

Come closer to deadman's candle
Bleak fire beacons you through the darkness
Drown deeply in blackest waters
Grasping embrace of the mire will change you

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