How dare thee
March upon this land
Putting its peace into peril
Disturbing our kind
Your men are weak, the living of this forest
will be your last sight
Cursed be all
May you suffer
Thousands have set foot here
Only to have been sent to the gods
Your steel is no match to the spirit
Found in the air
Your blood shall be spilled and forgotten
The darkness creeps into your soul
A thousand lifetimes are witnessed
The screams are heard only by your kin
All meaning is lost
This is desolation
Frozen by the wind
Deafened by the silence
Buried by the soil
You are condemned to die