Earth's sacred heart lies broken,
At its heart a graveyard of bone.
In the cold where no words are spoken,
the green king holds court alone.
His sword of faith lies broken,
his shield of love rent and torn.
and tho his crying heart lies open,
his hope lies cold, stillborn.
For man abandoned him for lust,
tore down the forests.
And built cities of disease and rust.
Put his faithful to the flames,
and left his soul in the dust.
But the pyres are long since cold.
The faithful return to the fold.
Corrupt religion is now toothless and old,
And the landyearn once more for the songs of the bold.
Reskin the battle drums, let the bells ring out.
The green man calls us to do battle,
Let's put the shadows to rout.
By Gothicus Freakyus.