Sown in loam of a frozen land
Ancient seeds in a steady hand
Digital dew on a velvet leaf
Turning the page of a quiet grief
Cast the spell on the wooden board
Draw the steel of a rusted sword
Mana flows like a river deep
While the old forest gods still sleep
Monarda blooms in a golden haze
Walking through the forgotten maze
Syllables sharp as a pruning shear
The sound of the battle is drawing near
Cast the spell on the wooden board
Draw the steel of a rusted sword
Mana flows like a river deep
While the old forest gods still sleep
Sativa gold in the summer heat
Where the wild and the magic meet
Scent of the pine and the damp red clay
Waiting for light at the break of day
Dig through the dirt to the hidden core
Open the lock on the iron door
One single seed for a kingdom's price
Rolling the bone of a lucky dice
Cast the spell on the wooden board
Draw the steel of a rusted sword
Mana flows like a river deep
While the old forest gods still sleep
Petals of glass in a winter storm
Keeping the cold of the spirit warm
Latin names for the thorns and the vine
Drawing the map of a jagged line
Cast the spell on the wooden board
Draw the steel of a rusted sword
Mana flows like a river deep
While the old forest gods still sleep
Root and rune, root and rune.
Sown in soil, ending soon.
