The forest burns…
but its heart still beats.
This is the end…
or a beginning.
Ash rains down from a crimson sky,
The trees are screaming, the earth runs dry.
Flames devour what time forgot,
But in the smoke, the roots still rot.
Hear the roar, the dying choir,
The woods ignite in sacred fire.
Wyrmwood burns, the night explodes,
The past consumed, the future glows.
Stand or fall, there’s no return –
In the fire, let it burn!
Shadows twist in the raging heat,
Ghosts emerge, but they won’t retreat.
Their whispers forge a deadly song,
You’ve heard the call; you’ve come along.
Hear the roar, the dying choir,
The woods ignite in sacred fire.
Wyrmwood burns, the night explodes,
The past consumed, the future glows.
Stand or fall, there’s no return –
In the fire, let it burn!
No roots remain, no heart to bind,
Yet Wyrmwood lives… inside your mind."
Wyrmwood burns, the stars collide,
No soul escapes, no place to hide.
Ash to ash, from flame we’re born –
Wyrmwood burns and we are sworn!