I am the Wooden God Master of Brew and Churn Traveler of the three Worlds Dweller in the Land of the Dead In the cold Void Between Heaven and the Underworld My Spirit unbound travels and flies Passing over Rivers and Lakes Curses for copper Coins My Spell will hex Your Life Chanting and drumming My evil will Your Life I am ending soon By Fire, Snakes, Wolfs and Bears By Cold, Plague, Hails and Wails My Witch Drum sounds in the Wind Death and Harm materialize Rapture, swelling, blindness and Pain Will send You Away Spirit Guides in My Command Carry You to Lifeless Place To the Bottom of the Black Lake Where Darkness, Coldness and Evil Dwells Surrounded by the great Black Fjells To the World of no Return The Curse hovers above Your Head When I carve You in the Clay As the Clay drinks My Blood So Your Flesh starts to fade away Pleaded to Court after 100 Years Accused and tried I finally Stood The Sword of Court took My Life The Fire of Justice Burned My Soul