Lowcaster - Ghost Lights lyrics

It's growing darker these days Beaten paths have grown over Darker it grows now Can't find the way Faint lights appear in the distance They call and beckon your approach As night cloaks its getting colder Can't find the way In their hands your fate The Will of the Wisp They will lead you astray Will of the Wisp Don't follow the light Don't follow the light Don't follow the lights... Metacomet is seeking his vengeance Beating wings echo from above Hell-hounds are prowling this forest With eyes ablaze Fog seeps around wooded altar Holy ground, blessed, blood-soaked Spirits out searching for the Belt With eyes ablaze