The Isle Of Enchantment


Whispered tales
Dark forboding
Pale eyes pierce the dark
In this land of hate

Beyond graveyard mists
The moss the stoney ground
Mezmerized by moon and thought
I wander alone...

Great monuments of evil
I beheld rites i have seen
Forboding death
Black candles hate

Darkness befalls thy kingdom
Ravens await thy fall
I shall not yield thy throne

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