Ophidian Forest - Talisman of Fate lyrics

A barbarian young and strong Went to the forest's stream And there he found an artefact As seen in shaman dreams A wooden snake-like talisman Of ancient craftsman's hands Would signify the downfall Of accursed christian lands The shaman raised his hands and eyes Spoke words of ancient lore The armies of the forest snakes Will poison hordes of their God's who*e Wolfsbane purple mandrake roots The poisons growing in our woods Spawned to weaken all the foes Of green and pagan goods Slender shadows in the night Sicken water from their well Ills and pains before the fight Shall supersede their Christian hell