I hover, the moon is full above
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Its silvery shine reflects in the water below
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The night filled air surrounds me and we two are one
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I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home
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This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit
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The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it
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No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it
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I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest
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Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light
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A nimbus of hate protected my domain
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The light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain
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Cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain
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Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn
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A forest greets me so divine into its womb
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A friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb
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And then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune
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Hymn Of The Ancient Misanthropic Spirit Of The Forest
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| Lord Belial |
