All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
As I bend their will, exert my control, I feel nothing within me
Desire grew to force a change
the consequence a war greater than all had seen in this age
We druids called to engage
though victorious the cost was the loss of my precious order
So what's the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening?
""A hand to judge the hearts of all"" they said
I believed in the lie! The truth was worse than I dreaded
Instead in my wake lies the ruin that I hoped to change,
through base magicks to the mighty arcane.
Attempts to amend impending war were in vain
All around me descends into madness
So I flee deep into the eastern realms and far away from cursed ""Rodor"" skies
Betrayal behind but the memories at my side
Before me nothing but the end do I start again as I find the world expands far beyond my long held boundaries
Yet I see hope within humanity and so for centuries I wander on
Exerting my will to see where i might have gone wrong
My journey takes me to a land deep within the sea, for I feel an ancient force and it beckons to me
All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
As I bend their will, exert my control, I feel nothing within me
Desire grew to seek a change
This mighty forests power something I wish to gain
Drawing near I fear a trap is arranged, but as my life is now?
I could take it or leave it
Feel it pulling in, sacrifice begin
I see a mystical clearing below
The roots entangle humans shred their flesh to forest god
Life given!
Though cloaked those roots, like arms, now wrap around my legs
I can't resist as i plunge to the heart of Taane
Now I see deep within the land the ancient spark that birthed Arrias is alive
Cast down from The Bog, transmuted and left to die
Into me I feel its power flow coming from below and I hear its voice inside my head as if my own and it begins to speak
""So what's the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening?
Once of The Bog, I feel my power wane
By preying on these souls I've barely managed to sustain
But in the end what do they gain?
If we were to merge our power could imbue them with the magicks from my plain
Less souls needed to sustain
And I could rid you of eternal sadness
All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
As I bend their will, exert my control, I feel nothing within me
I join the spark of life
And merge into a being anew
Our path their way of life
Let the weak be devoured"