Spells Drifting in Cold Winds (Pt.1)

A light slowly drifting through the air
A spell made from great magic
A sorcerer, chanting forgotten words
Derac, seek, jeg, and eetun

Words of power
From secrets unknown
Spell of mass genocide
Immune to my race

The destruction of races
A world separated
From those we do not seek



Credits
Writer(s): Cook Dawson
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