Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies
Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor (Scars of man, furrows though our lands)
All the cities toils, defeats our forest lore (Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)
Spiderwebs of steel and stone Subdivide our given home Rememberance of ancestrial sage Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away We will not be torn We will never fall astray We've seen your kine before
Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies
Through the quiet, cutting though the forest floor (Scars of man, furrows though our lands)
Ghostly silent, All the trees are long since gone (Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)
Spiderwebs of steel and stone Subdivide our given home Rememberance of ancestrial sage Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away We will not be torn We will never fall astray We've seen your kind beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
