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Barren stretch of heath

A mist as thick as milk

The stench of burnt flesh,

Overpowering the smell of stone and timber

My woven hands upon my breast

At night I Awake, to fulfill my quest

I cannot rest, I cannot die

In straight and shiny woods, I cry

At night I Awake from the boundless death,

To take revenge and devour your flesh

Slowly I wander through the weed

And follow the light

Follow the light from the freezing moon

Barefoot, I roam the woodland floor

An ominous fog shapes a ring

My presence is now bound

Mark my words

"My presence is now bound"

Persecution, execution, torture and flames

An era of fire and death

Mark my words!

When night consumes your precious light

I will find you, blood soaked and dying

I release your soul

Into the mist of memories with me