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..