Fornoth - Puca Lyrics

Fear
We march across the flats
Where men themselves once feared being attacked
The men who died here
They never saw their end
While flesh was rent but souls not spent
The spirit that wanders
The man he once was
His essence lingers and now he haunts the bogs
He longs for vengeance
But cannot recognise
Those who fall on his or opposing sides
All our party torn apart
All our wonder torn asunder
Stabbed through the heart
Stricken by the poltergeist
I watch them all decay
Solemnly I obey
My urge to run away
Scrambling I waver and say
All fail the god of war
His keeping score
His all-too-frequent occasions
For gore
It looms ever threatening
A light that I have not seen
It approaches
A light I wish not to see
A light that should not be
Failing all your self control
Granted no parole
Murder
The ghost of winter
The ghost is lying still
His soul at rest until the next
The ghost is lying still
After his kill
No
The ghost is lying still
After his kill, his kill, his kill
Now
The ghost is lying still
His soul at rest until the next to go