Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies


Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows though our lands)


All the cities' toils defeats our forest lore
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)


Spider webs 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 though our canopies


Through the quiet, cutting though the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows though our lands)


Ghostly silent, all the trees are long since gone
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)


Spider webs 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