Valdrin Serpent Willow
(An Epitaph On The Dying Father Of Lies)
Hungry spirits roam the darkest trails
A place no man would dare to cross
Those who bare a canidae upon their shield
Shall feel the rebirth of their souls…..
Under the mountain shadow
There grow the serpent willow
The whispers will taunt the peasant mind
The will of life fails to with hold
Soon the evil spirit will seep inside
And thus rebirth the human soul!
Total silence
As spirits harvest
The portal lies within the willow tree
All shall follow into their destiny
Here, marked, the gate to the underworld
Is the shadow on the mountainside
Waiting for god's (Divus) foolish warriors
Who put their trust in his feeble light
Total silence
As spirits harvest
The rivers will flow with angel blood
As necromancers call to raise the dead
Spirits! Arise from the shadows
As the harvest moon shines red
Under the mountain shadow
There grow the serpent willow
Hungry spirits roam the darkest trails
A place no man would dare to cross
Those who bare a canidae upon their shield
Shall feel the rebirth of their souls