Whispers speak of the answers I seek
Darkness waits around every bend
Is there existence beyond my sight?
Ready with malice inside my heart
The woman in the woods, she's hung up in the tree
Bound by twists and vines, soaked in bloodstained leaves
With a quiver of her lips my path was set before me
The answers you seek are that of five
Head onward to the planes of fire
Travel west to the murky bog of grey
That is where Gol-goroth the black toad lays
Dwell in dismay, trials filled with treachery
On the path I embarked to find the stone of grey
The witch's haunting voice lingers through my skull
As I approach the thick black bog
So dark and scalding the absence of light
It makes the air appear grey
Approach me, scum
For what you seek is beyond human discuss
Collect the colors of GRIMM from each deity
On your feeble path
Demon, I bare no worth to you
Why do you share such wisdom with me?
Humanity is bland, order is efficient, I was born of chaos
I seek to ignite the fires of war, misery and pestilence
As quick as the night was thick, the goliath plunged deep into
The mire, never to be seen again
Severance splits the light, my eyes are fixed on the relic
Found amongst the deep mess of
The charcoaled earth, with the rune in hand I know my purpose
I must adverse the trek of the wicked
Damned voices, stench of rot
Terror infects every fiber of my mind
Shrill hymns beckon me to the scorched plains
Where the great wood once was