Skin And Feather

Charms and bags and graveyard stones
Witch bottles protects our homes
Minerals of many, many kinds
Things we dig for in our mines
Now the element of fire
From candle glow to wild desire
They walk in it and do not burn
It seals the spell from which they yearn
The tide is rolling on but they will never turn
To burn the orks and skeletons
Is just for what they yearn.

[Chorus:]
From the mountains the wizards come
But no all at once just one by one
With powers in the coats they wear
Skin and feather, fur and hair.

Relics of power and filled full of wonder
Those who slithered, pattered, thundered
Stones upon which mysterious symbols show
And lava, fire, spit taken from volcano
Spells to aid them in their quest
Combining them of course is always the best
And when with magic scrolls thay are steady
To fight in battle they'll be ready.

[Chorus]

The tide is rolling on
With demon ships across the shore
The wizards fight until the tide should roll no more.

Turn around look at the field
Holding nothing but my wand and my shield
Those demons are amazed and leave our land alone.