From blood-drenched earth The mighty oak arises From it's roots Flow rivers of death Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting - howling to blackened skies On rushing waters of time Enter the misty depths Of the underworld Where blizzards rage Through fiery storm Where magic reigns The waking dawn Where ram and serpent Stand guard Waiting to taunt the souls Of those who spent lifetimes Worshipping lies of a false truth In vain - they sought return Protesting their fate They knew not The course of the wind Through which region it roared On which place it died