Sorcery and Doom - Archgoat

I am the Wooden God

Master of Brew and Churn

Traveler of the three Worlds

Dweller in the Land of the Dead

In the cold Void

Between Heaven and the Underworld

My Spirit unbound travels and flies

Passing over Rivers and Lakes

Curses for copper Coins

My Spell will hex Your Life

Chanting and drumming My evil will

Your Life I am ending soon

By Fire, Snakes, Wolfs and Bears

By Cold, Plague, Hails and Wails

My Witch Drum sounds in the Wind

Death and Harm materialize

Rapture, swelling, blindness and Pain

Will send You Away

Spirit Guides in My Command

Carry You to Lifeless Place

To the Bottom of the Black Lake

Where Darkness, Coldness and Evil Dwells

Surrounded by the great Black Fjells

To the World of no Return

The Curse hovers above Your Head

When I carve You in the Clay

As the Clay drinks My Blood

So Your Flesh starts to fade away

Pleaded to Court after 100 Years

Accused and tried I finally Stood

The Sword of Court took My Life

The Fire of Justice Burned My Soul