Damned Forest -

A Terror figure with a black heart

With eight shadows and marvellous dreams

Dispelling screams from untrodden worlds

A Haunting starfog cloaks him

In a great damned forest he lurks

Deep-rooted in a great damned forest

The trees wither by his breath

But are born again by his passion

There is a lake of black waters

A Lake of poison and corruption

The little humans drowned inside

On shore he stands and screams by hatred

Cryptic panic paints the forest

As he seeks for relics of flesh

But the moon of this dimension

Is so cursed that brings damnation

This winter is eternal

Eternal as their death

This desert land is fertile

By pureness, truth and strength

The relics can’t remain