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Through the trees

Chimes of death are foreseen

Rise scent ov the earth

Forth the demon is birthed

Blight for forests of green

Mists of horror we seek

Dry but rotten the leaves

Fire ov blackened disease

Black Magic Heresy!

Demon calls a voice to thee

Falter nay nor wrath beseech

Bringeth forth from underworld

Magus falters, end is brought

Black Magic Heresy!

Death fulfills its every need

Seeping out the life it weeps

Now the souls ov trees asleep

From Black Magic Heresy