In the evil hour
On Forest Vermilion
He found himself within Forest Vermilion
Reddish rough woods, where sin is unforgiven
Land of grief, where lights have been muted
Home of The Mischiefs, where mankind had been transmuted
Irrationality
Nausea and agony
Alternate universe
Transverse to disperse
It was a land of untamed beauty
Where all creatures living were free
Ruined by those who are inhumane
A man with virtue could only change
Having faith in the universe, he wanted to make another world
One where goodness multiplied hundredfold
A world phony faces chose to ignore
A world where life was little more
And as you can see, he also came with thoughts of fear
Fear that makes air tremble
Trembles that make Evil appear
So here he is, The Chosen One
