March of the Sylvan Beasts Lyrics

Grazing the murmur of shadows
Muscles adorned with old stones
A dishvelled mane is reflecting the moon flame

On his face, the greatness of the vast forest
Only kissed by the solitude's breath
The creature's leader hatching destiny

Through the palace of ageless trees
In company of restless beasts
His limbs are made of rock bones
The trunks erect the temple's columns

Enchantments of the nocturnal call
Tempest in the souls stuffed with blood
Rush of the deep forest fauna
Fierce escort of an endless walk

Scourge of hairs and fangs
Gust of rumbles and claws
Fire crackling of glowing orbs
Fantastic paint of this secret world

Speaking an ancient tongue
Pacing up and down the kingdom
His steps strock the humus skin
Weaving the gratitude of the sylvan beasts