Wrothghuul - Tragic Dreams of Dark Witchcraft

Sol descends behind the mountains
The pines drip with rain,
And behind them I see green fires roar

I feel dark majicks in the air
Smell of burning bones
Reminds me
Of those that were taken

My time is now here
A blue orb calls my name from the marshes
I follow the wisp,
Past marshlands and to lakes,
It sinks beneath the bog mud
And I follow;
Confronted with the faces of those taken before

I wake;
Sol ascends from behind the mountains
The pines drip with dew,
And behind them I see green fires roar