In my forest cold
In my lair of oak
I call on the will of ancients
Gods of nature and entropy
Crush the human spirit ‘neath your mighty roots
Cleanse the world of humanity

In my wooden temple
Where the light of Jehovah shines not
I behold my crest of swords
A sigil that spits in the face of God
I tread not on the path of holy prayer
At the heart of nature I shall dwell
I reach for isolation
You’re still reaching for a personal hell

Entities of enchanted woods
Deities of olden ways
I am your loyal priest
Pagan blasphemer

My heart is an oaken shield
Defeating the poison arrows of your meaningless faith

I call upon the spirit of the wind
To erode your God like a castle in sand

For I was born of night
As a guardian of wrath
Tomorrow never comes for you
A new day will not dawn
Forever I’ll stay true
And forever bare the flame
And ever long reside…

In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple


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