Beneath the Oak-Funeral Fornication

I was a ravenous creature In the orchard of rotten bloom Under a witch's spell Whispered on the winds of doom On the gilded forest bed I enchanted, slept alone A silver moon befallen Awoke runes on magic stones The roots of darkness run strong and deep Tangled through fathoms of pagan soil A myriad of buried evil men Give lifesblood to a forest's toil In rain on weatherworn stone The nocturnal do not rest Night workers of Terra Crawl forth from your nests Beckon to the wind Hear the sound of trees Silence is never still With whispers on the breeze Within the woods I dwelt alone Far away from the burdens of man I have made a Heaven of Hell Beneath the oak I slept forever And dreamt my vivid dream of death Beneath the woe I withered away Within my heart there is a void I attempt to fill with pain Within my mind, absolution Beneath the moon I wept forever Though the rain did not wash away Beneath the skies I died