no more i rule alone the rapids and the forest   a hand so insatiable is ripping down my trees   who dares cross the borders of my realm   thus disturbing eternal calm?   within the woods many powers live   the claw of the bear is yet to show your place      all is born of fury and the pain   that fire casts upon the earth by the hand of god   at the silence of a thousand graves   begins our march for a thousand more   even the silent will curse in agony   not the weakest lie trampled while the anger grows      does the light not reach far enough for you to see   the beasts you hear are moving?   waking to a warcry, glancing around emptiness   your own fear denies all hope of life   all of fury is born of pain   to the burnt soil to the burnt god all returns      from the realm of fire to the rule of blood   from the rule of blood to death   your abandoned cattle slaughtered   the night easily cleansed of the kill   none of you sees to the other side   no one of you will have time      alone the pyre of carnage will burn   and while the earth burns black   in black blood we sleep