Grim Woods

Grim woods of extinct northern lands

Where only spirits walk upon the overgrown paths

Towards the sunsets over ancient labyrinths of stone

And pagan monoliths are yet to pierce the skies

Horned moon spills it's stellar grief

Unto the silver mirrors of the crystall lakes

Where titanic ruins dream their endless dreams

Awaken ghosts of glorious past, of rise and downfall

Grim woods stand as the hosts of old

With rusty helmets and the broken spears against the sky

The silent witnesses of countless ritual murders

And evil sorcery is spilt among these winds

Distant thickets echo with the ghastly screams

From the cursed pagan altars of the tortured souls

Old gates of wisdom closed, unreached

Forgotten, sealed with keys of blood

Grim woods are listless, cold as hearts of men

The men that did forget their own roots

The answers are known, yet none shall speak

Where only spirits walk upon the overgrown paths