The Accuser - Spellcaster

The end is near but don’t you fear

I’ll be the one to cast you astray

Undying crows, the night-winds force

Shall carry you to the south

In the faint distant

Madness manifests

Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale

Watching the moon turn to dust

Life you possess, do you believe you’re blessed?

Why do you accuse the world?

I am the god of deceiving your thoughts

Mysteries nevermore

In the faint distant

Madness manifests

Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale

Watching the moon turn to dust