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sleepless nights again for another

century

so she gives my blood to the land

soak the soil under

me

the moon whispers in the cold

a wind escapes the grasp of eternity

the quiet remains still

the enchantress lives among the grove

past the barren fields

across the dead mountains

to the east rests the bordering colonists

encroaching further into the land

staking claims to the earth

End them all rip their soul to pieces

A weeks travel across the forest

she curses their families and the soil where their crop reaps empty

Forever the harvest provides dust

this dark enchantment reigns

the silver blade opens me

my life pours into the cold ground

this is no more a lifeless land

this is no more a wasteland

this is the western grove and you have cursed her like she has done to you

cursed to kill for centuries

until all the blood in the soil has dried up

and there are no invaders

the western grove requires respect

The land will never rest so long as a settler sleeps at ease

Bring them all fire and torture and disease

All of their kin will die at the years eve

Once the land is cleansed with a dark sorcery