I stand before you humble oh majesty of oak, but a broken shell lit by the torch-light of my forest-heart too long have I wandered in search of this haven too long have I sailed the lives of scorn now I grace these wooden pillars unworthy I stand, yet I make my plea beneath the crimson of the burning sky here I shall make my offering upon thine elder roots through scarlet streams I return to your arms to rest again, one with her shroud me beneath snowfall, mend these gaping wounds breathe unto me the strength to rise anewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
