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Twilight falls in the forest

Candles in hands, marching

Hands wide open for the spirits

Dryads' Cult

The day turns to night, mystically

Hand in hand they sing the hymns

To the lakes, the rivers, the trees

Dryads' Cult

The gods ask for revenge

The gods that ask for flesh

To drink their blood in solitude

True gods don't bleed

Leave these puny deities

And come with us

To Dryads' Cult

Between the trees