The Forest Feasts

All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
 Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
 As I bend their will, exert my control
 I feel nothing within me
 Desire grew to seek a change
 This mighty forests power something I wish to gain
 Drawing near I fear a trap is arranged
 But as my life is now?
 I could take it or leave it
 Feel it pulling in sacrifice begin
 I see a mystical clearing below
 The roots entagle humans
 Shred their flesh to forest god
 Life given
 Though cloaked those roots like arms now wrap around my legs
 I cant resist as I plunge to the heart of Taane
 Now I see deep within the land the ancient spark that birthed Arrias is alive
 Cast down from The Bog, transmuted and left to die
 Into me I feel its power flow coming from below and I hear its voice inside my head as if my own and it begins to speak
 So whats the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening?
 Once of The Bog, I feel my power wane By preying on these souls I've barely managed to sustain
 But in the end what do they gain?
 If we were to merge our power could imbue them with the magicks from my plain
 Less souls needed to sustain
 And I could rid you of eternal sadness
 All will fold to the fears that they let take hold
 Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul
 As I bend their will, exert my control
 I feel nothing within me
 I join the spark of life
 And merge into a being anew
 Our path their way of life
 Let the weak be devoured