Up stood roots of the twisted woods
On edge of endless marsh
The forlorn witches found their home
Where the evil eye stands still
Soul's flame forcefully concealed by bog
In the lifeless virulent lowlands
Bound wrists the banished witches marched
To find his greed hungry eye waiting
Eternal grip of everfrost
From which the orb sowed
Sowed the night sky
Sowed the damp mist
Sowed the lurking evils
Sowed the rotting bone
Sowed the center of darkness
Sowed the Pagan rites
Sowed the ever winter
Sowed the grotesque religions
Sowed the northern winds
Sowed the motherland
Sowed the Lord of Depths
Sowed the smith of blades

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