Wyrd The Pale And The Dead
The ground is dead and stained black with blood,
the sorrow of centuries it bears
No man, bird or beast dares to wander here
Even during daylight hours darkness always seems to be
near
The soil is poisonous and swarming with snakes
Oh, I tell you, it's a cursed place
Here meet the pale and the dead, here the most
coldhearted will dread
The pale and the dead, ghosts from times long gone
Relics of past dread, they walk beyond the sun
When the night falls, the mist rises from the depths of
the dead, cursed soil
Damned, forgotten souls, centuries of old,
wake from their cursed sleep of empty eternity
The pale and the dead
wretched souls that prey on living flesh
The pale and the dead,
souls unset, forever doomed to haunt
The pale and the dead,
beyond dawn and daylight the stalk