I walk the groves of Damherung.
Below a dappled sun go I
And sing of Volrath's coming doom
Beneath a brilliant sky.

O forest, hold thy wand’ring son
Though fears assail the door.
O foliage, cloak thy ravaged one
In vestments cut for war.

For what are leaves but countless blades
To fight a countless foe on high,
And what are twigs but spears arrayed
To slay the monstrous sky?

O forest, hold thy wand’ring son
Though fears assail the door.
O foliage, cloak thy ravaged one
In vestments cut for war.

Though death has guile and killing power,
Though bloodlust rules the steaming tides,
It's life that wrestles hour by hour
And finally abides.

O forest, hold thy wand'ring son
Though fears assail the door.
O foliage, cloak thy ravaged one
In vestments cut for war.

~Skyshroud Hymn