Croatoan Wingina

I can’t see your face for spirits move mysteriously But terrible evil is haunting, this dark place and grizzly lees’ of my enemies can only be foretold A name uttered but white fog is divided forcefully- May I be so bold to say the killers have been tolled if I should wake in the cutter nighthawks adorned Stranger still how can a triangle have four corners But terrible evil is haunting, this dark place it was because the >A< which no one could C- be warned betwixt madmen and prophets only one is taking orders Rumors from grand totems whisper drink away forget the terrible sanity but bad spirits descend Strong winds lead the fiery piragua easily a stray as volumes of truth speak beyond the grave when penned But terrible evil is haunting, this dark place corruption would stay entombed in the dark Rather than see one spark of light even if the stories were untrue imaginations may begin to ignite It is enough for evil vapors to ensue there is no moon in side of this dream O-rabe hovering quietly above my grave the lost colony where is it upon a rolling wave for terrible evil is haunting, this dark place while feeling insane with long intervals of horrible sanity