A band of mercenaries Has tracked me to this perilous land Trapped between hordes of vicious men And the fabled woods that breathe Certain death is to come I must run to trees
The woods that breathe
I ran into the wretched forest To see how the trees Would devour a mortal and bestow Their evil on me
The roots shot up from the ground Strangling my adversaries Like the veins of the earth Spidering out to feed My woodland brethren Protect your seed
The woods that breathe
I ran into the wretched forest To see how the trees Would devour a mortal and bestow Their evil on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
