The Horned Ghost and the Sorcerer - Elvenking

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 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 illusion, you’ll be punished either bad or good

Herne seeks for his vengeance, as all he loved was destroyed

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

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

Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted

Spirals of berries and thorns

A foreboding shuffling of hooves

Resounded in the plain and hushed all the woods