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“The Forest Hates You” Drycha Hamadreth | Age of Sigmar Song

Drycha Hamadreth one of the most feared beings in Age of Sigmar, not because she seeks attention, but because she simply does not care who suffers in her wake. In the Mortal Realms, Drycha is a reminder that the forest has its own will — and that will is cruel, patient, and unforgiving. She is an ancient spirit of the wild, shaped by anger, loss, and memories that never fade. Long before the Age of Sigmar, Drycha was rooted in the World-That-Was, and when that world ended, her hatred survived with her. She carried it into the new realms like a scar that never healed. Among the Sylvaneth, she is an outcast — rejected, feared, and isolated — and instead of seeking forgiveness, she turned that rejection into strength. Where others speak of renewal and balance, Drycha believes only in punishment. To her, civilization is a sickness spreading through living land, and mortals are careless intruders feeding on realms that are not theirs. As the Regent of the Outcasts, Drycha commands Spite-Revenants and other twisted forest spirits that share her bitterness and cruelty. They do not follow her out of loyalty, but because they recognize the same hatred burning within her. Gods and mortals alike earn her contempt. Sigmar’s cities, the Stormcast Eternals, and the so-called forces of Order are not protectors in her eyes — they are conquerors who carve roads through roots and dare to claim ownership of ancient soil. Even Alarielle’s mercy means nothing to her; compassion feels like betrayal, and restraint feels like surrender. Drycha’s rage does not explode all at once. It grows quietly, slowly, the way roots split stone over centuries. She remembers the Age of Chaos. She remembers forests burned, realms broken, and the wild hunted into corners. In Ghyran and beyond, she is the silence before the scream, the moment when the woods go still and something terrible is about to happen. Wherever Drycha walks, the land itself turns against the living, and the forest becomes a weapon. This is a fan-made tribute to the dark lore of Warhammer Age of Sigmar. Music produced using Suno.ai. Lyrics created by Myhammerblog.