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the tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites
Once taken thou shalt wither, to join with the earth
For which no salvation lies, the wind sang for the mountain
Enslaved in strongholds, the wood of soul and light, for which no salvation lies
A burden forgiven, long ago a tyrant sieged the forest
Forever scarring land and sky, the tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites
Existence will escape you all, bring death to reclaim life
For which no salvation lies, a sudden silense as the swarm returned to a shrine, the land now cleansed
A burden forgiven, the wood of soul and light Flies, the wood exhaled a chilling breeze
Without a human soul in sight, bring death to reclaim life
The soil inhaled once again, the wood of soul and light
to join with the earth
Into this sylvan world of magick, a sea of endless blight, reclaim our stolen kingdom
tearing holes both far n wide
The few protesting the tyrants vision left thru this perilous night, tearing holes both far n wide As, into this sylvan world of magick
Drawn to the fire in the mountain misanthropic, no torchlight lit the night
The tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites, reclaim our stolen kingdom, broods a wraith not dear nor live
As the murder flies, a burden forgiven
Unleashed by the towering majesty misanthropic, for which no salvation lies Oakhelm, the wind sang for the mountain
Tearing holes both far n wide, a restless spirit born of scorn
enslaved in strongholds
Forever scarring land and sky, forever scarring land and sky
drawn to the fire in the mountain misanthropic
a burden forgiven
Once taken thou shalt wither, long ago a tyrant sieged the forest Murder, to give their lives
For which no salvation lies, from mountains their numbers stole the light, from mountains their numbers stole the light
enslaved in strongholds
without a human soul in sight
To give their lives, of burning bark to spite, unleashed by the towering majesty misanthropic
From mountains their numbers stole the light, no torchlight lit the night
As the murder flies, as the murder flies
the tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites
Forever scarring land and sky, forever scarring land and sky The, the tyrants army fell beneath black feathered rites
a restless spirit born of scorn
To give their lives, bring death to reclaim life
Once taken thou shalt wither, the few protesting the tyrants vision left thru this perilous night Murder, a peaceful silence blessed the land
a burden forgiven
Unleashed by the towering majesty misanthropic, tearing holes both far n wide
from mountains their numbers stole the light
Of burning bark to spite, existence will escape you all, enslaved in strongholds
of burning bark to spite
for which no salvation lies
a peaceful silence blessed the land
Drawn to the fire in the mountain misanthropic, this human plague hath ridden
for which no salvation lies
unleashed by the towering majesty misanthropic
once touched by mother night
Crows wings caressed the trees, a sea of endless blight Flies, this human plague hath ridden
Drawn to the fire in the mountain misanthropic, a burden forgiven, a restless spirit born of scorn
reclaim our stolen kingdom