This Woodland Is A Holy Place, Where Solitude Disappears Into Space
Listen To. The Tales Of The Trees, Their Breath Caresses You Like A Lovely Breeze, With Your Fingers, You Touch The Bark And Feel The Pulse Of Their Wooden Heart
As Darkness... Devours... Daylight
Once This Realm Was Shining Bright, Driving In This
Boundless Dark, Hear The Carrion's Carillons Hark! Remain, Forever In This Sylvan Sanctuary, Believer, As You Are Blinded; By Your Gnostic Dreams Hypnotised By Hypocrites
As Darkness Devours That Daylight, Once This Realm Was Shining Bright; Driving In This Boundless Dark, Hear The Carrion's Carillon Hark!