How to Survive In/In the Woods

I got time, let me take a ride to the county line And get high, away from all the prying eyes I got a bicycle and I got some to kill And I got a hundred reasons to make a living will And tell a lie to make myself feel good inside But no one needs to

Prologue Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests. A true malancholic atmosphere, Haunts this hidden world. Where men, for hundreds of years, Have immortalized their cult. Moments of... Down in the forest. Or, wherever we may care to trend, We are