I close my eyes but all I see
Are visions of the flame
There is no rest for the goat
And I know who to blame
The wizard with his band of men
They trespassed in my glen
They flamed the trees with magic fire
And walked away again
I rub my eyes but all that comes
Are visions of the flame
The goat will not sleep until
He makes those men his game.
In truth they fought the undead one
A credit to their debt
burn down a goat’s forest home
Is something you’ll regret.
I rest my eyes but all that comes
Are visions of the flame
A goat without a resting place
Has nothing but his shame.
I creep into their camp tonight
A knife bared in my teeth
A mark to make, a mark to find
As quiet as a thief.
I blink my eyes but all that comes
Are visions of the flame
I search among the sleeping men
To find a face to claim.
