Will-o'-the Wisp

I feel sick
That cold breeze
Is hurting me
Black old trees
Around me
Are scaring me
The night is queen
Mistery things
Are moving
With that evil wind
State of fear
Is driving me
To insanity

Bourning clouds gravely sounds
Will-o’-the-wisp
I see shadows that lay over me

Damn my feet
Are sinking
In the smoking
Marshy ground
A floating light
Is shining
Through the underground
Doubtful consequences
Causing grief of
Black misfortune
Big black wings
Of an owl
Approach to me