Manifestation of the Horned Beast at Dusk

I stand in the shadows of trees on the folds and falls of a mountain following the drifting of the clouds by a magical wind Power shapes, as their dusky silhouettes touch the alp, it awakens in the forest, the old times never left Standing between the 6 levels of existence haunted by the black cosmos I call on the terrible one on the one with the horns I dare you to appear for I am, your slayer the one with power the keeper of the red and yellow horn revealed the nocturnal passage leading to the world beneath water you shall not belong to the chaos of the forest for I am the hunter of the earth world you shall die to my axe