The Forest Is My Throne

<br>Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evil<br>Through the enormous winter, three years without summer<br>Prepared for the battles of the north<br><br>I sat on my throne and watched between<br>The skies of a cold northern light,<br>Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs<br>Against my throne, only got my sword in their back!<br><br>I rose from my throne and walked away with the wind<br>Through centuries of weakness<br>Only the strong follow me, on my crusade of darkness<br>In this land where the forest is my throne<br>I have come to re-hunt