CAVE OF WITCHERY
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In the southern mountains
Where air is cold and damp with death
There exists a sect of wizards
Only to inflict harm upon the weak 

From a cave known by no-one
That has lived to tell
They operate in secrecy
Preparing their potions

To see into the feeble minds
To control your thoughts and deeds
And to spread diseases 
That will make you slowly wither away

Relieved of her intestines
The winged messenger will fly
Shrieking incomprehensible words
That drain the willpower from your soul

And in the depths of the cave
The Invunche stays in perpetual guard
Hideously twisted to gaze backwards
And fed with weak mortal flesh

Cave of witchery
Cave of death!








