It haunts my dreams This old and dark path to the ruins of Cantara This malicious and secret place Deep in the woods The burial grounds of Cantara
Unholy Grounds, Unholy Grounds ...
Mist protecting these ancient walls The graveyard ... roots crawling all over the place Ancient Statues staring from the dark A huge tower in between the graves They say it is a sacred place The burial grounds of Cantara
Unholy Grounds, Unholy Grounds ...
Midnight Fires are lit and words are spoken Ancient rhymes and incantations I see them rising Spirits of the Cantara brotherhood Rising from their graves
The things I have seen in my dreams You would not believe Shadows moving in the dark Like spirits in the mist
