We Cast a Spell of Funeral Doom...And Just Survived the Mirkwood Tomb
We journeyed to the forest hall
To find the stolen jewels of old
A pillar of smoke drew us along
Through muddy paths of fear and loss
I feel the hypnosis arising from the haunted stream
A darkened corridor lures our men into its perverse dream
To find the stolen jewels of old
A pillar of smoke drew us along
Through muddy paths of fear and loss
I feel the hypnosis arising from the haunted stream
A darkened corridor lures our men into its perverse dream
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Writer(s): Aaron Schreiber
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