Deep in a cave in the mountains high
A cult was growing
Mystics, wizard, black magic of all sorts
Evil things the world has never seen
Ledgends and tales are all that is known
For these evil ones don't like to roam
For their cave is their power
But they say when the wind is high
And from the mountains is where it cries
You can hear the chanting spellbinding witchcraft that goes on
No one ventures up there
For fear of an evil spell
Be cast upon them who dare
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