Stands He then in the greens and festered Maw, speeds out His judgements upon the writhing manfools!

Ironweaver

Flesh creep and scar, Smoothskins rough

Death not far, Manlings null

Magic barred, Lethal cull

Manflesh part

Call the cold

Call the white

Bringsie forth sorrow's plight

 

Vine grow and twine. Green and curl

Chokes and bind, Leaves unfurl

Thornsie spine, Tumble wall

Wreath in vine, Cover all

Leafies mine

Call the vine

Call the green

Bringsie forth world be seen

 

Storm black and blow, Swirly gust

Rainwinds flow, Pushing dust

Stormclouds grow, Darksie clouds

Lightning throw, Misty shrouds

Freezy snow

Call the storm

Call the grey

Bringsie forth world's old way

 

Flame burning heat, Fences Char

Blazy sheet, Blackened tar

Manflesh meat, Melting gears

Dance and leap, Manfools' fear

Come to reap

Call the fire

Call the red

Bringsie forth past not dead

 

Tide rise and fall, River flood

Rain and squall, Churny mud

Dam break all, Seawaves wash

Swampy swall, Sewer slosh

Drainpipes stall

Call the wave

Call the blue

Bringsie forth world anew

 

Stone grind and quake, Shatter tile

Column shake, Brick unpile

Chip and flake Darkened soil

Windows break Earthy toil

Wall unmake

Call earth

Call the brown

Bringsie back world thrown down

 

Night smother light, Black break lamp

Done with bright, Doom and dance

Smother tight, Dark and hide

Foolsies' sight, Stay inside

Fear the night

Call the dark

Call the black

Bringsie forth, I call it back

lrdgck

*anti-spoiling measures*

Ironweaver

Yeah, Gacek, don't spoil the damn thing, you're no fun.

Naas_Human

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.