Klabautamann Dead Marshes
White eyes lure the weak
To find the dead where they fell
Long ago in an age far gone
Don't follow the lights!
Don't follow the lights!
Run from his screams
Look not below, nor above
He watches these lands
Long gone are all memories
But whispers remain
Of the war that has filled the dead marshes
With lifeless eyes
None shall pass these marshes
None shall ever return
Never rest, close your eyes only to die
Don't follow the lights!
