Listen to the voice of nature
And all creatures that here dwell
I feel my mind split from my body
Controlled by the forest spell
Dette en forbannelse I denne dystre skog
My life takes new meaning
As I roam through the trees
No amount of mortal willpower
Could set me free
Bare feet covered by mud
Both my pale hands drip with blood
My actions were not my own
When in the trolls home
From the underworld spawn
A hellish black Dawn
Mountains surges as we draw near it
Possessed by the forest spririt
Born on a blood torn shore
Lightning cracks open the sky
Calmed only by the sound of war
Touched not by his mother's cries
Raised with a blade in hand
The forest his only friend
To stand where his forebears once stood
To embrace his lupine blood
A voice of desire calls for more than mortal power
Lycanthropic rites sanctioned by the midnight hour
Unknown to the curse that would soon posses his soul
For this gift he shall pay the wolf's toll
THE WORLD, AN OPEN FLAME
And Wisdom, the kindling