Deep in the rotting greenwood, beneath the moss and the mist, an old evil opens its eyes
Older than the woods he crawls through
His crimson eyes have opened at last
A thousand years of waiting, ended
He looked upon the forest and found it beneath him, so he lit the match and watched the whole world burn
No mercy, no survivors, no second forest. DorkLord answers to nothing and no one, and now he rides onto Robinhood Chain to set the charts alight
No tree and no holder is spared
The flames only spread from here
Rising through Robinhood Chain
Nothing left but smoke and cinder, the Lord of Dork walks on, hunting the next thing to burn
But the Lord of Dork does not rest. He walks on through the ash, hunting the next chart to burn. $DORKLORD is his mark, left smouldering on Robinhood Chain