Thy Woods Are Sacred - Evilfeast

As the shadows were rising

First steps on a path of glory

Confident in my might.

I entered

The path is the only one

I’m beholding around me The spirits of trees are observing

This being is at the bound

Which it’ll cross before dawn

I realized that I’m on the clearing

Darker than I could imagine

And the oaken throne has been revealed

With spiritual evil force on it Thy woodlord knows

How is to dwell into spheres

Of sorrow and evil

There is darkening on my path

The mist is descending from the mountains

And the creations are gradually leaving

Their abodes in depths of this old soil

They’ve prepared thy rite

Which will release the blasphemer

Instead of trodden heart

Forth coming storm

It cannot retire now…