Enslaved in strongholds, lightless
Broods a wraith not dear nor live
A restless spirit born of scorn
For which no salvation lies
(curse 1)
Of molten anger lying still
Of burning bark to spite
Reclaim our stolen kingdom
Bring death to reclaim life
(curse 2)
This human plague hath ridden
The wood of soul and light
A burden forgiven
A sea of endless blight
Long ago a tyrant sieged the forest
Tearing holes both far n wide
Into this sylvan world of magick
Forever scarring land and sky
(curse 3)
Once taken thou shalt wither
Once touched by mother night
Existence will escape you all
As the murder flies
The tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites
Unleashed by the towering majesty (misanthropic)
From mountains their numbers stole the light
The few protesting the tyrants vision left thru this perilous night
Drawn to the fire in the mountain (misanthropic)
To join with the earth, to give their lives
A sudden silense as the swarm returned to a shrine
Deep in the heart of the forest (bessed in darkness)
The land now cleansed, as the murder flies
No sound came from the village
No torchlight lit the night
A peaceful silence blessed the land
Without a human soul in sight
The wind sang for the mountain
Crows wings caressed the trees
The soil inhaled once again
The wood exhaled a chilling breeze
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