I found my Way into the heart of the forest

where the early mornings dew

still rested upon the sleepy grass

Where the evergreen trees

sleep their enchanted dreams



Echoes of grief and sorrow

in the air of this forest

The taste of your bitterness

in the spring waters

Thy anguish I hear

in the words of the winds

Wounded Immortal

- the withering goddess of nature

Thy glory denied

by those of the light

until the lands bear a rotten fruit

Until the storms reap nations



Every man and every woman is a scar

in thy astral body of goddess

Thy presence was a shadow

on the path of the light

They took thy kingdom away,

But their light has grown dim

Their god has long ago withered

release the darkness of thy heart

Until no man in thy kingdom walks



...and thus, summon the storms of plague,

the winter endless, death the bitterest...



Together we ride to the storms of war

until the storms reap nations

until the lands bear rotten fruits

until no man stands

in thy kingdom of glory