Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy
Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor Scars of man, furrows through our lands All the cities' toils, defeats our forest lore Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands
Spiderwebs of steel and stone Subdivide our given home Remembrance of ancestral sage Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away We will not be torn We will never fall astray We've seen your kind before
Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy
Through the quiet, cutting through the forest floor Scars of man, furrows through our lands Ghostly silent, all the trees are long since gone Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands
Spiderwebs of steel and stone Subdivide our given home Remembrance of ancestral sage Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away We will not be torn We will never fall astray We've seen your kind before