At one with the forest, im sleeping under the trees.

In comfort and harmony, eating honey with the bees.

Start light passing down, upon my face.

I wonder how i wound up in such a strange place.

Now the beasts call out, from there dreary caves.

My attention eager and anxious, cus i have what it craves.

Rushing through the trees, my soul is in dire need.

This thing is hungry, and needs to feed.

On souls of victims of the unholy, which i am.

Struck down in terror, like a sacrificial lamb.

Stripped of body, and soul.

Sent to hell, to burn in the red hot coal.