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In the torment of our poisoned world

I search for knowledge and find it in these woods unknown

None shall find me, the old trees call me away

Their darkness blinds, no impurity may cross these walls

Feel the power, stronger than their curse

Wind and water, rushing through my soul

An ancient monument to be found in the very depths

Made by the wise, preserved by darkness and terror

Only the brave may find this secret place

Here they shall stay and remain until their end

The only place untouched by the feeble and the weak

I feel the ancient wisdom as it is passed to me

So many years of hatred have now been left behind

The purest of visions falls into my eyes