The Dark Wizard

The Dark Wizard has cast his spell

screams from the caves of the far mountains

Fireballs from hell

shoot at the innocent, the Devil’s dance

The souls of the lost travel west

in hope of finding peace and salvation

a warm receiving chest

to keep them from damnation

But forever lost

for fighting for no reason

the only way for them to rest

is known, in our world, as treason

That path they have to follow

and at the end they know at once

that tomorrow –

They’re remembered by their loved ones