Deep in the woods that are forgotten by the common folk
Shrouded by vines there lies a path that's sung in tales of old
Winding through trees into the mist that swallows up the light
Of any lantern that you hold
The legends say that at it's end there is an oaken throne
Belonging to the one who's ruling in this secret realm
A creature without face, a creature without form
Feared by most but seen by none
Deeper in the forest
Hunter of the truth
Gather all the knowledge that's been hidden from you
Prisoner of lies
Fool of the divine
Come and let me open your eyes
I...
I am the voice of the roots and the leaves
I...
I am the whisper of the moss on the ground
I'm the birth, I'm the rot, I'm eternity
Forever sculpting this illusion you call destiny
I'm the movement in the sands of time cause I...
I am the covert king
Do not stray from the path or you will be forever lost
Inside this grove that is forsaken by the olden gods
The answers that you seek they cannot formed by words
Too great their power to be told
Behold the crown that's formed from soil and stone
The carven runes that can't be read by anyone
Reach out your hand for the etchings in the clay
And see the truth of the
Cataclysmical lie
I...
I am the voice of the roots and the leaves
I...
I am the whisper of the moss on the ground
I'm the birth, I'm the rot, I'm eternity
Forever sculpting this illusion you call destiny
I'm the movement in the sands of time cause I...
I am the covert king