I went walking one day to the edge of my claim
Where forest meets plain
Worried words whispered low in the taverns of town
There's evil around
I took a shortcut through the woods and heard the cultists singing out
I heard a voice amidst the crowd: was it her?
Her family barn burned to the ground on the night of St. Cuthbert's Day
Her mother got sick and her brother got bit by a Lycan stray
Could this be?
She saw things a little differently from me
Now I go to her house all covered in moss and reflect on the loss
Who were they to lure my love from me?
And I hear her people pray all night to that heathen god of hate
Asmodeus
I will not join
I will not cave
I will be strong
I will be saved
I will not be one of them
With her