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 entagle humans

Shred their flesh to forest god

Life given

Though cloaked those roots like arms now wrap around my legs

I cant 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 whats 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