Wyrdwood Sanctum
Under the root, beneath the stone
The ancient wood
claims flesh and bone (ahhh)
Silent paths where shadow creeps
While the guardian
of the forest sleeps
Cold winds hum
a forgotten tongue
Silver threads
on tangled boughs
Weaver of
the ancient vows
Drink the sap
of poison gold
Under the root, beneath the stone
The ancient wood
claims flesh and bone (ahhh)
Weave the spell and turn the wheel
Bind the clay with cold,
dark steel (heya-heya)
Under the root, beneath the stone
The ancient wood
claims flesh and bone