It's growing darker these days
Beaten paths have grown over
Darker it grows now
Can't find the way
Faint lights appear in the distance
They call and beckon your approach
As night cloaks its getting colder
Can't find the way
In their hands your fate
The Will of the Wisp
They will lead you astray
Will of the Wisp
Don't follow the light
Don't follow the light
Don't follow the lights...
Metacomet is seeking his vengeance
Beating wings echo from above
Hell-hounds are prowling this forest
With eyes ablaze
Fog seeps around wooded altar
Holy ground, blessed, blood-soaked
Spirits out searching for the Belt
With eyes ablaze