The Warden of Grief

Deeper into the endless forest they press and press
 Making their way past deadfalls and swamps
 After days of struggle and nights of fear
 The Seekers come to a desolate settlement
 They are greeted by the wretched villagers
 With eyes full of dread they tell
 The story of the powerful Shaman
 And the irrevocable damage he had done
 Long ago under a troubled night sky
 Having given birth to a girl, his wife died
 The child was marked by Evil
 A bizarre creature she was
 But the Shaman loved her
 More than anything on this Earth
 The elders were certain she had no soul but the void
 Inhabited by demons — the death knell for everyone
 The stubborn Shaman was sure he would save her
 The mighty ritual he was to perform but it took too long
 One fateful day leading up to the rite
 He took his leave and went hunting in the forest
 The villagers swarmed into his spectral abode
 They killed the girl and burned his home to ash
 Evil comes from evil
 Leading corrupted souls
 To the darkest depths
 Evil breeds evil
 When Shaman returned he saw what they'd done
 His hatred burned like a raging inferno
 His ritualistic faith was dead and gone
 He aligned himself with the darkness and demons
 His vengeance was brutal, his hands were stained
 With the blood of the elders, the young, women and children
 They had all taken part, so they were doomed to fall
 Evil breeds evil, one tragedy fits all
 Evil comes from evil
 Leading corrupted souls
 To the darkest depths
 Evil breeds evil
 Then a portal to the darkest depths opened wide
 The eternal void where the soulless creatures roam
 And a gateway for them to our world
 Many years later the portal was guarded
 By a solitary monk who built a shrine sealed from the inside
 But the fear still lurks
 The fear still lurks