The Forest Feasts

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