Writhe - The Slumbering Council | Текст песни

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(As if) from embers I arose,
And stood staunch in that shrouded place.
I swept the soil from sodden clothes,
And lifted forth my weary face.

Through a dim clearing I could see,
The resting place where giants lie.
A slumbering council greeted me,
Their mighty branches reaching towards the sky.

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