| Crows cackle and take their flight
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| The forest awakes and comes alive
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| Drawn into a netherworld
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| Where madness and sanity do unfurl
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| We, the sorts of lunacy
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| Welcome you to our gathering
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| Mystic place where cauldrons burn
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| And mischievous gods never learn
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| Twisted riddles spoke in rhyme
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| In tongues lost in ancient times
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| A sacred place of sorcery
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| And spectral energy
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| Come kneel before a necromancer
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| Miracles performed for the dead
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| A forgotten path fraught with dangers
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| Haunting voices lead you astray
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| Surrounded by faceless strangers
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| You find yourself in the court of the druid king
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| Gather around his funeral pyre
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| The crackle of glowing hellfire
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| Lost in an ethereal trance
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| Watching the flames alluring dance
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| Menacing and cloaked in black
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| Whispering a demon’s chant
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| Ones that once were earthly-born
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| Now appear in shapeless forms
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| Reading from an olden tome
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| Of battles hymns and love forlorn
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| Conducting ghostly symphonies
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| Patiently awaiting an offering
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| Come kneel before a necromancer
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| Miracles performed for the dead
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| A forgotten path fraught with dangers
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| Haunting voices lead you astray
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| Surrounded by faceless strangers
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| You find yourself in the court of the druid king
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| In the court of the druid king |