Indistinct shapes stir the fog A pounding gait heaves the ground The eyes in the forest, they have seen you But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view Meet the ghost of creations past Epiphytes clutching to the tree of life As the undiscovered calls
Strange lights scamper and vanish Behold the orbs Hidden in the landscape, miles wide patterns The fifteen equators of telluric might
Indistinct shapes stir the fog A pounding gait heaves the ground The eyes in the forest, they have seen you But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view Alamasti! Yateveo! Alamasti! Yateveo!
Read the subplots of natural history See filigrees behind the picture Behold the bestiary of the empire beneathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
