Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted Spirals of berries and thorns Where the dirty mud creek waters the underbrush Squires left the fields once lush
A foreboding shuffling of hooves Resounded in the plain hushing the woods A pair of deer horns came to light From the dark of the wight
Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of Dark When the Sky Vault paints no stars Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts You're the guest he'll be your host
The antlers wearing ghost, riding his tragedy steed Dire is a sanctuary need He gallops with two diabolic dogs and crow Fire burns inside as a woe
He saved the King but lost his skills Cursed and banned by a Sorcerer's will Blamed as a thief and been disowned Hanged himself on an oak
Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of Dark When the Sky Vault paints no stars Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts You're the guest he'll be your host
Gathered round in a coven, invoking the gods in the depths of woods Or praying up to the Heavens, awaken to this fear of void Afraid of unknown illusion, you'll be punished either bad or good Herne seeks for his vengeance, as all he loved was destroyed
Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted Spirals of berries and thorns A foreboding shuffling of hooves Resounded in the plain and hushed all the woodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
