I will show you my home, my final destination. This is the place that I roam, and show my dedication.
These are the stories of the serpent and the oak, the telling of the currents and the doom brought by the smoke.
Your eyes gouged, unable to witness my forest's beauty. Incapable of appreciation, regardless. A closed mind allows for only quite a shallow existence in a self-made smothering realm.
The trees above my head provide shade, this is the life I have made.
Be not afraid. For I am, Overseer.
With a grip devastating, holding close what is mine, my prints remain where the sun shines.
Day after day, time after time, the little things in life are what remind me why I refuse to die.
Leaving scars on the ground, the wounds on the earth's skin mark my home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
