Satan and the Hallow Oaks: The Pilgrims Road
Waking in the world of men
Cast down
Like the trash of low life peasants
On these mountains you woke
Now facing your challenge
Your travel
Your quest
Will leave you to find forgiveness
You mortal body is weak
Like everything it now grows old
It withers like these forests
Covered in ash
The ash of their brothers
The ash of their own body’s
The Hallow Oaks have been burned
And your father
He is lost
You’re all that is left from this war
You must go forward
Finding your path
On this road of redemption
This is where you will atone for your sins
Your sins against your brothers
Your sins against you kingdom
Your job was to fight and win
Your results were failure
But we will offer redemption
We are kind
We are the leaders of this place
We are your council
Now that your mind is clear and your body awake
You must go travel once again
Go fourth
This is the pilgrims road
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