the MAN of the WOOD

How I despise the pride of man
To carelessly saunter atop holy lands
With appetites to never sate
You'll carve yourselves an early grave

I know just what you have in store
Precious seasides will turn bloody shore
Damnable indifference, your ultimate felling
Forever forgotten in the Allife's telling

And when the end does come
We'll drink wine stained with blood
To celebrate life
To bring in the night