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I hear thy call, throne of the night

Majestic splendour of the nature

Dead by dawn, slaughtered by mankind

They shall die for what they have done

I sense the woods who suffer

Whispering my name

In arcane cries they lay

Behold, androphagi

This is what's left

Endless fields of lifeless nature, northwoods crushed by unsatiable mouths.

These are the remnants of androphagia

You can't feel what they feel

For nature's yell is never heard

Nature's in pain, woodlands are wasted

The daylight will soon reach its end

I sense the woods who suffer

Whispering my name

In arcane cries they lay

Behold, androphagi

This is what's left

Horizons of wastelands storming amidst otherworldly forces,

Millions of arcane lifesources stabbed to death as golden blasphemous scissors to the hair.

These are the remnants of androphagia

The daylight will soon reach its end