Storm Below the Mountain - Castle

Twisted fingers splay in death

Crawling across the land

Like witches spells decending

Into a perfect storm

This sweet touch of death

Lay rest your uneasy soul

The waters getting dark around you

Death twisting into form

Ride!

You prince of hell

Capture all your cities well

Ride!

Into the storm below

The mountain our righteous home

Rising shadows grip of death

A fog of ancient form

Like electric shocks of lightning

Crashing around your soul

This blackened soul of fire

A force that you can’t see

The hills alive with evil

Death circling from above

Ride!

Like ghosts of hell

Hold you forever in this spell

Ride!

Into the storm below

The Mountain our forgotten home