Legion Forest of the Dead

In the dark where secrets thrive
Ancient echoes come alive
Through the woods, where myths are bred
Leads the path to the Forest of the Dead

In the twilight's mystic gleam
Silent rivers flow like cream
Through the Forest's sacred bed
Ancient whispers weave and spread
Beneath the moon's spectral beam
Shadows merge into a dream
A path so grim, yet we dare
Into the woods, we enter with care

Hear the call, the silent plea
In the forest, spirits break free
A journey's end, a destiny faced
In sacred grounds, our fears are traced

Iron gates with stories old
Speak of warriors brave and bold
Mighty oaks, in silence, hold
Secrets in their leaves, untold
The air is thick with magic's trace
As we move through this haunted place
Through the mist, the legends loom
Under the watch of a stormy moon

Hear the call, the silent plea
In the forest, spirits break free
A journey's end, a destiny faced
In sacred grounds, our fears are traced

With each step, our hearts grow wary
The final path is solitary
The raven's cry, the wolf's mournful tune
Guide us under the darkening moon

In the Forest of the Dead
Our final stories are said
By the fire's fading gleam
We surrender to the dream
A sacred place, a trial so dire
In the forest, we join the eternal choir