I feel the grit of the Outworld clay
Watching the fighters in red and grey
My leaves are wide and my stem is strong
In this cruel garden where I belong
Grow through the blood and the iron rain
Drink from the salt of a fighter's pain
Sown in a war that will never end
I am the root that will never bend
A Monkus bloom with a velvet skin
Waiting for the great battle to begin
They step on my petals with heavy boots
While I hold the earth with my ancient roots
Grow through the blood and the iron rain
Drink from the salt of a fighter's pain
Sown in a war that will never end
I am the root that will never bend
The soil is rich with a magic glow
Watching the seeds of the empire grow
I taste the sulfur and copper scent
While the lords of the wasteland are intent
Grow through the blood and the iron rain
Drink from the salt of a fighter's pain
Sown in a war that will never end
I am the root that will never bend
Sandalwood smoke on a frozen breeze
I watch the champions fall to their knees
Chlorophyll pulse in a rhythmic beat
Ignoring the noise of the marching feet
Deep in the loam where the secrets sleep
Promises made that the spirits keep
One tiny sprout in a world of stone
Fighting for light on a broken throne
Latin names fade in the wind and heat
Sustaining the life of a cold retreat
I stretch my arms to the purple sky
While the gods of the arena learn to fly
Grow through the blood and the iron rain
Drink from the salt of a fighter's pain
Sown in a war that will never end
I am the root that will never bend
Just a bit of water and a lot of time
Wait for the vine to start the climb
Stay green.
