As the Nightshade Becomes One With Her in the Aspen Forest

An eon gone by since the mountain became barren... Origin of the black earth traces to a stream of time so dark Ne'er will the flora flourish flawlessly again Wasteland of obsidian ashes houses only bones Belonging to two; murderers and victims alike Both were victim to themselves Yet one rescinded life from mother Only one born in nobility can spare the elderly aspens So I shall make it my duty to ascend your status and plebian name Ill fated were ye to emerge from a vassal's womb when your flesh met the earth For now, you are powerless to save the forest from the voracious king Rejoice, my sole progeny, for in a few moon's time Your hand and the son of the malevolent one shall be joined The prince of the Christian king beheld thy natural beauty Though homely and ignorant, his influence outweighs his father's Foliage and the breath of nature speak wisdom to me Yet, all that gives me joy soon will meet a gruesome end Fork in the path I tread where both roads end with despair Shall I await the inevitable or die? In the center of the world, Yggdrasil stands tall and mighty in the woods the Royal family seeks to maim for their vain symbols of hubris and heresy Will the Gods show themselves now? Or will the aspens suffer at the hands of the Bloodthirsty, avaricious dregs who worship a sole hypocrite fallacy Why do you flee from this news that brings good tidings as you save the thicket that You've always held close and dear? Has madness overcome your mind like a demon Possessing your will and wish? Towards the woodland you go so predictably Vendela, return at once! For the ceremony of matrimony is soon! Foliage and the breath of nature speak wisdom to me Yet, all that gives me joy soon will meet a gruesome end Fork in the path I tread where both roads end with despair Shall I await the inevitable or die? Oh, fair daughter of mine, what destiny do you lay claim to When you release yourself from the illumination of the day? Has Thor's mighty mjolnir clashed its steel with the forest hidden within your flesh? As the sparks fly from the blows of the hammer, do they set fire to your will? Loving father, I bid thee farewell For death is now the only truth in my heart The nightshade thus joins with my human form And so I join myself with the earth forever As the norns have sealed thy fate Broken is my mind's frail state I have found Vendela too late Hence her soul is at Valhalla's gate Foliage and the breath of nature speak wisdom to me Yet, all that gives me joy soon will meet a gruesome end Father, please forgive me for leaving the world behind Let my soul climb to the heavens, transcending this pain Mind meets matter Agony meets me Why? Oh gods of old... As the norns have sealed thy fate Broken is my mind's frail state I have found Vendela too late Hence her soul is at Valhalla's gate Battle within has sealed my fate Watching the moon in passing state Forthwith, for me, it's far too late As I stumble to the castle gate Goodbye, sweet Vendela... Be at peace as I watch over you... May we meet when our hearts are at peace again... In the halls of the citadel I ask of his highness for an audience Bellowing with anger and woe The love of your son has passed away So inconsequential A peasant's bereavement is to me God shall find another For my heir to wed and make a progeny My words echo throughout The chambers made of mortar and stone Yet, your heart is callous So cold, as your deaf ear silences me Alas, your pagan faith Betrays you in both your class and in death My son has no need for Low status heathen troglodyte filth Ninety-six moons have come and gone Since the culmination of life Of my offspring in goreless gloom As such, there's only one thing to do... Foliage and the breath of nature speak wisdom to me Yet, all that gives me joy soon will meet a gruesome end Father, please forgive me for leaving the world behind Let my soul climb to the heavens, transcending this pain Oh, sweet child now taken into Odinn's arms Your hand has become Lavaetinn in my soul Brandishing the embers of Ragnarok in my hands I plant my feet firmly in the forest of inception Funeral blaze engulfs the aspens that you made your surrogate home Now a grave for you, the animals and I in nature as lunacy consumes me We shall all become one with the searing pyres of mourning As immortal smoke rises towards the moon in lamentation Shrieking curses out in anguish at the heinous tyrant For provoking me into desecrating what he believed was his As my derma liquifies, the glow from the inferno slowly darkens in my eyes Malevolently, morbidly mirroring how the nightshade Became one with you in this arbitrary place My soul shall join thee and Yggdrasil on the final journey Incandescence of wrath Bloodshed of deities