It haunts my dreams
This old and dark path to the ruins of Cantara
This malicious and secret place Deep in the woods
The burial grounds of Cantara

Unholy Grounds, Unholy Grounds ...

Mist protecting these ancient walls
The graveyard ... roots crawling all over the place
Ancient Statues staring from the dark
A huge tower in between the graves
They say it is a sacred place
The burial grounds of Cantara

Unholy Grounds, Unholy Grounds ...

Midnight
Fires are lit and words are spoken
Ancient rhymes and incantations
I see them rising
Spirits of the Cantara brotherhood
Rising from their graves

The things I have seen in my dreams
You would not believe
Shadows moving in the dark
Like spirits in the mist

Unholy Grounds, Unholy Grounds ...