🌑 Shadow in de Canopy 🌑

[Intro: A heavy, pounding war-march with deep drums and rattling bone percussion] [Verse 1] I stand where my grandfather stood long ago Watching de sky turn a color I don’t know. It ain't de gold of de elves or de blue of de sea, It’s a hollow, dark hunger reaching for me. Dey come with Deir whispers, Dey come with their blades, Turning our sunlight to cold, purple shades. But de forest is old, and its roots, they run deep, And de Amani have secrets dat we’re gonna keep! [Chorus] Grab de Blightwood axe, let de splinters dig in, De rot on de handle is where we begin! It’s heavy with poison, it’s hardened by death, We’ll fight 'til de shadows draw their very last breath! Dey think dey can take what is ancient and true? We’ll bury deir darkness in a forest of blue! For de blood in my veins and de name dat I bear, Zul’jan is coming—so monsters, beware! [Verse 2] My sister, dey talk about treaties and peace, But I feel de hunger dat never will cease. De "Blade" at our borders is sharp and it’s cold, Turning our spirits to tattered black mold. So I went to de groves where de wood has gone sour, Where de Blightwood grows tall with a terrible power. I carved out an axe from a dead, blackened limb, And I’ll use it to tear every shadow from him! [Chorus] Grab de Blightwood axe, let de splinters dig in, The rot on de handle is where we begin! It’s heavy with poison, it’s hardened by death, We’ll fight 'til de shadows draw their very last breath! Dey think they can take what is ancient and true? We’ll bury deir darkness in a forest of blue! For de blood in my veins and de name dat I bear, Zul’jan is coming—so monsters, beware! [Bridge: (The music drops to a low, vibrating hum)] Can you hear de wood screaming? It’s hungry like us. It drinks in de darkness, it turns it to dust. We don’t need your light, and we don’t need your grace, We’ve got de rot and de sting of dis place! I’ll wrap my scarf tight as de whispers get loud, I’m a king of de forest, and I’m bloody and proud! [Verse 3] Strike with de Blightwood! Let de corruption bleed! We give de shadows de violence they need. Every swing is a memory, every cut is a vow, The forest is waking—it’s taking them now! I see deir pale eyes and their shivering steel, But dey can’t imagine de fury I feel. I am de grandson of him who stood tall, And I’ll be de giant dat watches them fall! Chorus] Grab de Blightwood axe, let de splinters dig in, The rot on de handle is where we begin! It’s heavy with poison, it’s hardened by death, We’ll fight 'til de shadows draw their very last breath! Dey think they can take what is ancient and true? We’ll bury deir darkness in a forest of blue! For de blood in my veins and de name dat I bear, Zul’jan is coming—so monsters, beware! [Outro: (Fading out with a slow, heavy drum beat)] Toss 'em in de dirt... Let de Blightwood feed... The forest remembers... Yeah... we always come back. Amani... Forever.