Dwelling in these mortal lands
 Ancients forests that speak to me
 Seek now the sanctuary
 Of our infinite dark empire
 I emerge from the fog
 Beneath the moonlit skies
 Sitting upon my oaken throne
 My spirit is one with this forest
 A palace shrouded in emptiness
 Lies beyond the endless vast horizon
 Surrounded by the souls of the living
 Their haunted voices they repulse me
 My journey leads me to their lands
 Forsaken by their dark emperor
 They abhor this dying forest
 They battle against their immortal souls
 This kingdom of decaying darkness
 No traces of life to be found
 This land of infernal blackness
 Speaks words of hate into my soul
 I arrive at the gates
 Enshrined in an everlasting haze
 Filled with sorrow and despair
 A woeful man returning
 To my vast domain
 My primal and arcane land
 Leaving the palace behind
 Returning to the tranquil forest
 My soul is now at peace
 My warm breath on this midnight fog
 Veils this land
 With a cryptic harmony
 The sound of the streams in the distance
 The wind rushing through the leaves
 The scent of the forest, the trees and fog
 A pale reflection of an ominous moon
 The ageless winds of this eternal night
 They leave my soul at peace