Through Towering Pines and Freezing Mists

Through towering pines and freezing mists I venture along paths carved by cursed feet The air is ice and the moon is rising higher I've lost my soul in a quest for pyrrhic vengeance I will see the earth rid of their kind Shapeshifting beasts with carnivorous desires I will see the earth rid of their kind The shadows of their decrepit dwelling rise in the distance The ground is frozen, the spires are rising higher My steed's breaths rise in clouds of crystal fog With every step I draw closer to Death With every thought I drift further from God I will feed the earth with their tainted blood I will fete the crows on their putrid flesh I exist only to kill those who kill The air is ice and the moon is rising higher I've abandoned love in a quest of maddening hate I will see the earth rid of their kind I will never step feeding my blade