He lives in the corner of the forest
Where the sacrifices and rituals
Are consumed, tears and blood

Of weak mortals
He saw the witches dance
In those woods and now

He romes behind the trees
Because weak souls continue
Living in his lands and

He most protect them
His empire is martiry and pain
Only darkness and the deep reach him

The rest are no more tan nothing,
They are terrenial
And him superior.