Croatan Wingina

Strange sounds of waves crashing ashore Walking to the rock, where you are laid Cold lost letters that kill are not of lore Here I lay my head, as you have bade But terrible evil is haunting, this dark place Firsts of the land call it, otshee monetoo Guardian horrible sanity and insanity, please erase Prayer upon my face, never to be without you I lay motionless my queen on your wintry grave