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Among ancient trees, among lakes of water full of mana
Between moss-covered peaks, hidden in the woods
The gates of thick bark like the scales of Níðhöggr
Low, thick walls of stone, rotten wood, and valuable metals
Moist pits, full of branches
A strange delicate magic fluttering through the air
In front of branches, in front of walls, pale figures with flaming eyes
Mushroom guardians rooted throughout the landscape
Without fear, without weakness, they release their spores
Forest thieves, choking to despair
No fear, no weakness, sharp halberds, war hammers
No fear, no weakness, brightly colored mushrooms and flaming eyes
Without fear, without weakness, the bodies of thieves are thrown before the gates
Delicate as flowers, fearless as a legion of mushrooms
Lifeless bodies of thieves, feast for magic fungus
No fear, no weakness, guaranteeing a sovereign peace in forests and mana lakes
Beautiful fortresses, on moss ridges
March guardians with power to take root
Guardians and their pets, hum their march
Around the walls, around the forest
Protecting a sacred good, a pure wild innocence.