twisted fingers splay in death crawling across the land like witches spells decending into a perfect storm this sweet touch of death lay rest your uneasy soul the waters getting dark around you death twisting into form ride you prince of hell capture all your cities well ride into the storm below the mountain our righteous home rising shadows grip of death a fog of ancient form like electric shocks of lightning crashing around your soul this blackened soul of fire a force that you can t see the hills alive with evil death circling from above ride like ghosts of hell hold you forever in this spell ride into the storm below the mountain our forgotten home