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In the distance Glow wicked lights

Wafts of mist float through the sky

Towards a clearance You're being lured

Unaware your death is nigh

If you disrupt their spells

And don't flee their curse

You feel the wrath of the sorcerers

Cracking branches Blow your disguise

Hooded men break off their rhymes

Your careless actions Will have its price

You sense the anger in their eyes

If you disrupt their spells

And don't flee their curse

You feel the wrath of the sorcerers

Escape attempts only make it worse

Now run and hide from the sorcerers

In the distance Glow wicked lights

Behind your back you hear them cry

Seized with panic No chance to hide

Well aware your death is nigh