Lord Belial Hymn Of The Ancient Misanthropic Spirit Of The Forest
I hover, the moon is full above Its silvery shine reflects in the water below the night-filled air surrounds me and we two are one I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit the trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light a nimbus of hate protected my domain the light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit the trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn a forest greets me, so I dive into its womb a friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb and then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit the trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest