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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