Endless infernally forest soaking water from the panes of giant sepulchral trees
Asserting that skirmish is forever and a day gory
The knights are proud of their victory battling in disaster-proned country sides

Forever gory flows are running red on the hopelessness battlefields
Because sinistered minds are always battling again and over again
But this spectral forest is always the winner at all times and forever, the woodlands will win All battles

The dropping undergrowth of trees are still hiding from the light the true demonised face of Forest
Still the forest will win because forever the natural presence of the deepest valleys is forever
And a day around

The return of the knights you have expected it
The return of the knights your wish won’t be realized

They’re lost forever
However they will battle against forest demons
They’re lost forever
however they will battle against forest demons

circling above their corpses vultures and ravens will eat their flesh
they will be ate, they will die cos unfortunately they’re damned

But this spectral forest is always the winner at all times and forever, the woodlands will win All battles

Black wood is enshrined in the dampness of dark demonised lands
Still the confusion of miasma will hide unearthly atrocious beasts
All the ancient were knowing that the forest is ghostly but they didn’t listened to and they’re Now rebuked

The innermost dells aren’t the merely thing they must take care
Cos the law of the stronger is still the best and the best is still the stronger
The primeval granite won’t dry in these countries cos blacked spirits are dwelling in Dampness