sábado, 6 de febrero de 2016

Behold The Mighty Forest

There's no light here
where the path meets his end
below these dark leaves
where spirits of old roam
between this cold bleak pines.

Surreal twisted landscape
created by hate and despair,
burial for hopes and dreams,
here's where we meet our end.

Dominion of evil
where winter strikes hardest,
cemetery of lost souls,
home of the Horned God.

Behold the mighty forest
surrounding your life,
bewitched black place
from you cannot escape.