Descent To The Underworld

From blood drenched earth The might oak arises From its roots-Flow rivers of death
Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting- howling to blackened skies On rushing waters of time
Enter the misty depths Of the underworld
Where blizzards rage Through fiery storm Where magic reigns The waking dawn
Where ram and serpent Stand guard Waiting to taunt the souls Of those who spent lifetimes Worshipping lies of a false faith
In vain - they sought return
Protesting their fate
They know not
The course of the wind
Trough which region it roared On which place it died