no more i rule alone the rapids and the forest

a hand so insatiable is ripping down my trees

who dares cross the borders of my realm

thus disturbing eternal calm?

within the woods many powers live

the claw of the bear is yet to show your place



all is born of fury and the pain

that fire casts upon the earth by the hand of god

at the silence of a thousand graves

begins our march for a thousand more

even the silent will curse in agony

not the weakest lie trampled while the anger grows



does the light not reach far enough for you to see

the beasts you hear are moving?

waking to a warcry, glancing around emptiness

your own fear denies all hope of life

all of fury is born of pain

to the burnt soil to the burnt god all returns



from the realm of fire to the rule of blood

from the rule of blood to death

your abandoned cattle slaughtered

the night easily cleansed of the kill

none of you sees to the other side

no one of you will have time



alone the pyre of carnage will burn

and while the earth burns black

in black blood we sleep