I laid on the peat in a murderous blaze
Under the moss, in the sands of the mountain
Muddied and covered, clutching on a spear's handle
Impregnated with the power of ancient gods
Bedecked and masked with branches and lichen
I raised my body from the grave of the forest
When the prey approaches the end of the ridge
No light as I crawl towards the edge of the path
When the ghost of the night is released from the forest
I'm raised from the forests with an insane scream
Horror paralyses the voices of enemies
A spear bursts, impales his chest
Wasters are dying, one by one
I hang their heads on the trees' branches
They gaze there full of consternation
Regret in their look in form of carrion birds
I spread the limbs and intestines on the tiles
They become meal for the forest's beast
The earth absorbs their power, their flame
So that their kin won't dare to enter there anymore
Might is whispering in the fallen leaven
When the groves are steaming in the reddened light
I wander down under the roots' path
The forest sings its song in freedom