Rackling and shackling with claws in the dark
run for your life but don’t touch the bark
gleaming and beaming from above he glares down
you think you are dreaming but dream of the dawn
Arnea, Arnea dead yet alive
protector of living demons demise
Arnea, Arnea brown is your blood
no leaf on your branches your roots dead in mud
the next day will bring what you really hold dear
hope for your soul morning light is the spear
the demon he runs for his own life to save
and with him his sons living inside his cave
Arnea, Arnea dead yet alive
protector of living demons demise
Arnea, Arnea brown is your blood
no leaf on your branches your roots dead in mud
when you stand on the glade right in front the undead
a price you must pay to wake him from his bed
a cut in the finger shallow but resolute
then paint down the circle and nourish the root
Arnea, Arnea dead yet alive
protector of living demons demise
Arnea, Arnea brown is your blood
no leaf on your branches your roots dead in mud
© 2020 Nemoreus
Music and Lyrics by Fabian Zechmeister