Flesh To Stone: Basilisk's Garden

On the way to the lonely lands
I swore to find the Earth Spirit
Here I came to tame him or to fight
Evil that's buried in his heart.

The strength of earth and hardiness
Should be held by the nature's champion
Here I am standing next to him with his
Army of the wretched souls.

Contemplating.

Flesh to stone
The terrifying sight
To resist.

Flesh to stone
Immortal statues rest on the ground
Forever.

Thousand voices echoing
In fear they stand away from him
Seeking only serving here and now
Killing for ever it may be.

In this wasted land of misery
The battle will take its place now soon enough
Fighting for an elementalic power
That's held beyond the natures reach
Confrontating.

Flesh to stone
The army march
To kill for a thrill.

Flesh to stone
The filthy greenskins met their fate
In death.

Fleeing goblins left the field
Clearing the path to basilisk
No more snakesman stood to guard him here
Fearing what is yet to come.

The look one's eye to others eye
Made us finally pause for one last time
Then I felt some heatening power on my chest
And drew the stone-tree amulet
At the arm's length.

Flesh to stone
The Spirit failed to resist
Nature's will.

Flesh to stone
Now basilisk is under control
And earth force.