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Lights flash in the darkness, slowly growing near

Demons watching as we flee, laughing horridly

Ancient ghost with one intention: Ripping out the life

Chasing through the darkest forests – Can’t escape the light

Appearing out of sky and out of time

In the high Balsalm hills

Humans who gather and recreate

Suffer within a pitiful feast

Days end and the hills come alive

With eerie roaming glow

Searching for human scum

To feast and twist their souls

Running, Falling, Dying

The spectres chasing never stop

Feast to fuel the twisted light

Can’t escape the Cosmic Wraiths

Running, Falling, Dying

The spectres chasing never stop

Feast to fuel the twisted light

Can’t escape the Cosmic Wraiths

FEAR THE LIGHT