The Horned Ghost And The Sorcerer 歌词

Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted Spirals of berries and thorns Where the dirty mud creek waters the underbrush Squires left the fields once lush A foreboding shuffling of hooves Resounded in the plain hushing the woods A pair of deer horns came to light From the dark of the wight Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of dark When the sky vault paints no stars Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts You're the guest he'll be your host The antlers wearing ghost, riding his tragedy steed Dire is a sanctuary need He gallops with two diabolic dogs and a crow Fire burns inside as a woe He saved the king but lost his skills Cursed and banned by a sorcerer's will Blamed as a thief and been disowned Hanged himself on an oak Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of dark When the sky vault paints no stars Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts You're the guest he'll be your host Gathered round in a coven, invoking the gods in the depths of woods Or praying up to the heavens, awaken to this fear of void Afraid of unknown illusions, you'll be punished either bad or good Herne seeks for his vengeance, as all he loved was destroyed Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted Spirals of berries and thorns A foreboding shuffling of hooves Resounded in the plain hushing all the woods