A shadowed existence veiled in mystery
Swallowed by sound from dwellers of the trees
A strange world thrives on a floor of decay
From rotting death, breaking through the fray, a forest
Enter the shadow realm
Giants hold claim to the sky and ground
Keepers of gloom and great oddities
Sustain the ways of the forest keep
Ancient kingdoms, creeping lines
Split apart by roots of time
Voices from inside seem to pull you in
Dark wisdom runs on the still, damp wind
Glow of the eye, fear the gaze
The great ape returns disconnected and changed
Ancient kingdoms, creeping lines
Split apart by roots of time
Twisted land, twisted sky
Twisted circuit we call our mind
We push our will to change a world
Which has a spirit, has a soul
Borneo, Amazon
Once it goes it is gone
The legend is all that remains
Of the forests of old and grand domains
Legends only arise in the face of difficult times
A forest that stands on its own
In the truth of a desolate world is where the legend will grow
No cover from the Sun
Carcass fields of fallen ones
Biding time, seeds remain
Tyrants fall, earth reclaims
Ancient kingdoms, creeping lines
Split apart by roots of time
A strange world thrives on a floor of decay
From broken rubble, breaking through the fray, a forest
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