The barrage of disturbed leaves fighting against the fine winds of the East,
Hell has opened its fiery gates wide for the Monsters of Metal and Noise,
End of his life– my father’s life– by the hands of the Devil’s own beast.

His blood soaks the foliage. A stain of red splashed by his open heart,
Unified, tearing his flesh, a cruel release of his dignity,
Not another loss, another body carved by sanguinary art,
The eyes of the trees crying as my father’s body is torn apart.

Crying the tears of a thousand horrors, from the anguish of this sight,
And the anger of nature, unbalanced when Evil walks amongst us,
Noting the plague they bring, the poison they cast upon the land despite,
The Earth offering sanctuary. Yet still, they yearn only to smite.

Engorging themselves on the Earth’s heart, the gifts of the plant and the crop,
Never repaying the life they feed on. Corrupting the grounds with decay,
Death and poison– since the plague of this evil bought life to a stop.

Untimely creatures with an array of wild, flailing limbs and blunt teeth,
Noises of victory mixed with laughter covers my father’s dying scream,
Till he gurgles the blood in his throat, a spiked bed of rocks underneath,
I cry alone, the last of my line. The pain of this cruel regime.
Lost, youthless tears from my eyes, mixing with his pooling blood and the stream.

Winds chanting their war cry around me, the
Earth wants me to start the fight.
Energy filling my heart and soul, for my world I must do what’s right
Running towards them, alone, unafraid and yet outnumbered by far,
Evil caught up in celebration, my father’s skin in a rough hand,
Vaulting the bushes, my charge is the beating drums, broken by a scar,
Only justice and pain, it’s the revenge of the
Earth that I demand,
Locking eyes with the first grinning human, the one who struck the fatal blow; The antlers on my head sink into his flesh and now his blood starts to flow.

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