Shadows seep from the depths within the forests of malevolent life,
be not the darkness of its spirit but the fiends that are bound to night.
There befalls no radiance that can sway the perpetual obscurity of the trees,
eyes watch these sacred grounds forever vicious they hold the keys.

Tread lightly upon these foundations oh so held tightly within the claw;
be summoned not to their world within the darkness curdled by war.
Blood and death created under notion arises from the body laden mud,
seek out the truth for lies hide out not your soul beneath the black rose bud.

Words are not, and the sun is forever bound to the illuminated blue sky,
voices are true, but the iniquitous of life is created not by lies.
Creatures of the forest of malevolence embrace not of your breed;
they want nothing of deceit and ignorance from humanity’s dirty seed.