In the clouds of gray In the realm unseen Lies a mourning forest Crysten fade and gray
As dwellers have left him No birds chirp in his clouds The whispering voice of the wind Had left 'em no sound
Well the years gone by The forest fell asleep Remembering elder days As he was driven deep When the sky wasn't gray And the sun wasn't black But it's time to face the truth Those days will never come back
Over the centuries The forest passed away The well callen roots survived To rise when times would change