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The witches all gather in hour midnight

And practice the arts of the swamp

A power known to diminish all life,

The body deteriorates, rots from inside

This hellish mist is powerful enough

To wipe out all humanity

The effort it needs to master the craft

Will lead them to insanity

Late in the evening the wolves start to howl

The aura is freezing and darkness devours

On ancient witchcraft they work late at night

Trying to achieve the Poison Magic Mastery

The chants of the dead ,the crypt of the damned

Bastard of nature, she casts down the spell

Mystical crimson with scarlet within

Deadly result of the Poison Magic Mastery

No one makes it through the night

Poison Magic Mastery

Not breathing to stay alive

Poison Magic Mastery

Poison Magic Mastery