I followed the ancient voice
That spoke in wild beastly tongues
Whispers led to a dark wood
Full of snarls of thorns
Where my calloused hands were cut
And my noble face was mangled
--
I followed the ancient voice
To the birch altar
I knelt and offered blessings
To the lord of the wood
--
I followed the ancient voice
To its fell and terrible source
A tall man cloaked in shadow
that towered before me
The shadow man beckoned forth
with a frail hand
I felt the cold touch of carrion
And left my body in the bed of gold