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