Chased by the night
I see horns in the brush
Forests cold and waning
Colors in these mists, fading
This air I breathe
Dampening my lungs
Heavy my hate and taunting
Is the night's wonders
I'll crawl and howl
The wetted earth swallowing
My feet are drenched
Your calling bells enchanting me
Calling me back to the forests
The haven of oak and maple
This age is broken
These forgotten lame
This selfish age
Has come to be
I'm going back
Back to the forests

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