Enclaved in strongholds Lightless Broods a wraith not dead 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 unforgiven A sea of endless blight
Long ago a tyrant sieged the forest Tearing holes both far and wide Into this sylvan world of magick Forever scarring the 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 through this perilous night Drawn to the fire in the mountain Misanthropic To join with the earth To give their lives
A sudden silence as the swarm Returned to a shrine Deep in the heart of the forest Blessed 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 breezeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
