All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
As I bend their will, exert my control
I feel nothing within me
Desire grew to seek a change
This mighty forests power something I wish to gain
Drawing near I fear a trap is arranged
But as my life is now?
I could take it or leave it
Feel it pulling in sacrifice begin
I see a mystical clearing below
The roots entagle humans
Shred their flesh to forest god
Life given
Though cloaked those roots like arms now wrap around my legs
I cant resist as I plunge to the heart of Taane
Now I see deep within the land the ancient spark that birthed Arrias is alive
Cast down from The Bog, transmuted and left to die
Into me I feel its power flow coming from below and I hear its voice inside my head as if my own and it begins to speak
So whats the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening?
Once of The Bog, I feel my power wane By preying on these souls I've barely managed to sustain
But in the end what do they gain?
If we were to merge our power could imbue them with the magicks from my plain
Less souls needed to sustain
And I could rid you of eternal sadness
All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
As I bend their will, exert my control
I feel nothing within me
I join the spark of life
And merge into a being anew
Our path their way of life
Let the weak be devoured