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