Once awoken I have heard grand silence
The air still but full in earthy scent
Long ago there stood a great forest
The time has felled it in its passing wake

What I see may not exist, but here
In my mind, the darkwoods stand
Their branches sway under the weight of air
Of storms that pass over the forefather's land

I wake each morning and there is nothing
Not even dust remains of dead dreams
The breadth of land and the skies I've seen
Were all a dream and exist no longer

Too long, too deep within the man-made forest
Profound depths of it, that never had a heart
The hate and bile that blacken the winter skies above
Have filled my soul with this song's longing

I long for something I cannot perceive
An exquisite word that lingers, but leaves not my lips
A distant melody that I seem to have forgotten...

A storm over the lands of forefathers
The distant whirlwinds that have stirred my dreams
Like unkind feet treading on sacred graves
Unease, unrest and endless black-dreams...

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