Liaztraht Spirit Of The Forestmother
In the shadows deep, where the ancient trees once thrived,
A vengeful spirit wakes, from the forest's heart revived.
Through the broken boughs, where the echoes of life fade,
A ghostly wrath emerges, in the darkness it invades.
Haunting the forest, the spirit of revenge,
In the heart of darkness, where the shadows blend.
Echoes of destruction, a wraith among the trees,
Lost in the wilderness, where the night wind seethes.
In the silence of the night, the spirit's fury burns,
A tale of retribution as the forest mourns.
A fable born from within the forest's scorn.
Through the mist and the gloom, where the shadows weep,
The spirit's wrathful journey, in the forest deep.
The ghost of natures mother now no longer sleeps
In the silence of the night, the spirit's fury burns,
A tale of retribution as the forest mourns.
A fable born from within the forest's scorn.
Through the mist and the gloom, where the shadows sleep,
The spirit's wrathful journey, in the forest deep.
The ghost of natures mother now no longer weeps.
The spirit wanders on!
The spirit wanders on!
In the heart of the night, where the shadows intertwine,
A ghostly figure wanders through the ancient pine.
Among the silent woods, where the darkness reigns as king
A phantom haunts the night, in a never-ending dream.
Beneath the shattered canopy, where moonlight barely gleams,
A wraith moves with purpose, through the forest's haunted dreams.
Among the fallen giants, where the shadows lie in wait,
A spectral form arises from the forest's broken gate.
Haunting the forest, the spirit of revenge,
In the heart of darkness, where the shadows blend.
Echoes of destruction, a wraith among the trees,
Lost in the wilderness, where the night wind seethes.
In the silence of the night, the spirit's fury burns,
A tale of retribution as the forest mourns.
A fable born from within the forest's scorn.
Through the mist and the gloom, where the shadows weep,
The spirit's wrathful journey, in the forest deep.
The ghost of natures mother now no longer sleeps
In the silence of the night, the spirit's fury burns,
A tale of retribution as the forest mourns.
A fable born from within the forest's scorn.
Through the mist and the gloom, where the shadows sleep,
The spirit's wrathful journey, in the forest deep.
The ghost of natures mother now no longer weeps
The spirit's haunting cry, echoes through the land.
Bound to this earth, eternally damned.
