It seems I have begun to spiral down a pagan/folk metal journey as of late. Each piece I find most intriguing or captivating is from that realm. HERNE has wandered into my collection (Yes, the artwork did lure me in). It is wild, bewildering, and haunting. Another wood wraith to mingle in the mad forest I dream of while awake, its wails beckoning me to join them in those woodland depths. Sojourn into those twisted timbers and listen as the forest calls. Cold I lie, all life drained My life I gave for my king Skilled - yet i failed. I the prey What was once was will never be My life of old has passed Obscure my being, a tragedy In solitude I roam The forest king, the raging one Herne I'm called 'Tween the worlds, not man not ghost For eternity bound to ride You will breathe and live Your skill, your prowess I claim For your life
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