In thy forest an evil art Strange worship to ancient tale In this path of reason unseen Thy corpse to lust unveiled A dark image on a dusky throne Still to dawn and cannot drawn Embrace the light of the damned Gaze to thee, become the wrath
Of a burnt leaf that falls To the ground where there is no fault Beneath the storms and the buried soul To whom he cries and for him he begs
Behold the place where it all began Where it all seems like fallen leaves...