Colony of Birchmen

This forest is growing faster than I can tell. Cell structure eats away at a massive swell. Seems however I'm a victim of circumstance. Hunt for ogres and dwarves, lion slicer! Run with death! Run with death! White faces coming closer with every step. Earth envelopes, taking breath without happenstance. Carve my teeth out, ripping through the sheep's head curse. Hunter, gatherer, ridden from the cave! Run with death! Run with death! Gone away, my heart's gone away, taking everything. My heart's gone away, take it now! Run with death! Run with death! Gone away, my heart's gone away, taking everything. My heart's gone away, take it now!