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From the howls of the witches come

Wicked words and evil song

I am caught in a swirling wind

As the moon pulls back again

In the lunar maelstrom...

In the lunar maelstrom

As the night grows ever dark

The gate roars and the whirlwinds start

The witches laugh with every gust

As I'm trapped in a haze of dust

I wait for my only chance

And run for the cave

From inside I can see

An everlasting struggle

Two sides pulling

Tides of air growing

Her red glow is darkening

And her power fading

In the darkness of the cave

A last light beam points the way

A deep recess reveals itself

And so I wander further in

The red light shines on a rock

Hanging over a pile of bones

Her lies the remains

Of one who was cursed

With eternal youthful sleep

Though eternal no more

And on a tablet near his bones

A scrawl with forgotten words

Tinged brown with dried blood

Written from an all-knowing hand

Qualis per nubila

Phoebes Atracia

rubet arte labor;

suffua veneno

tenditur ac

sanie gliscit cutis;

igneus atro

ore vapor quo

longa sitis morbique

famesque

et populis

mors una venit

To the moon I turn and face

Anf feel the poison swell within

A deep anger burns within

Now the fire's lit again

In the lunar maelstrom...

In the lunar maelstrom