Undergrowth from Calamity by From Dying Suns

crystalline rivers welcoming me
piercing sunlight through the trees, finally I can breathe

but now something feels amiss, no animals inhabiting this
gentle grove through the mist

I've been deceived, cunningly
this fallacy, a spellbound conspiracy

here I rest, gasping for air like a blade's through my chest
contemplating my end in this forest of nothing
left for dead

in a flash of lucidity, I compose myself
the visions presented before me dissipate

undergrowth hear my woes

As our hero opens his eyes, he now sees the vile witchcraft at hand.
Tree bark turned flesh, soil turned to rot. The howling of the winds
turned to horrific screams, lakes to swamps of blood, greenery
to decay and carnage.

what is this place?
foul abomination of bloodlust intent
leaving their dens to feed, the gnawing horrors revealed

I align the stars above to find salvation from this
empty bliss; the black eclipse; my thoughts adrift
who can say what is real?

now the fortress lies in sight
through victory I will requite
as my skin starts turning gray, I will assail

I can foresee blasphemy
this obscenity renouncing despicably

here I rest, gasping for air like a blade's through my chest
contemplating my end in this forest of nothing
left for dead

almost achieved a journey through sanctity
how could this be evolving within

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