Lyrics Skin Turned Soil - Vale of Pnath

Skin Turned Soil

An Incantation recited through scream
An enchantress within the trees
Darkness decides her scheme
Her voice is that of terror
A night when corpses rise and search for lively prey
Gathered by rotten fingers — brought neath the darkened bog
Twisted and tortured your humanity robbed
The beauty once sown within your soul transferred to the land
Consumed and reused
Selfish to think this body would serve only you
Fed to the trees
Fed to the land
That which resembles teeth develop from the tree’s husk
A mouth to swallow more meat
A hunger swells
A forest grows
Roots entwine with innards and form a new you
Who knew that being eaten would supply these plants with food
I wait for my skin to decay
Darkness decides her scheme
Her voice is that of terror
A night when corpses rise and search for lively prey
Gathered by rotten fingers — brought neath the darkened bog
Twisted and tortured your humanity robbed