The Silhouette of the Trees
The Silhouette of the trees
Behind the bells, at midnight
Embraces the spirit of those
Fought for pride of scavengers
In the quest of quenching
The thirst of their blood
A cost we all must pay
Someday when the deceased
Will rise again and
Call a war at the end
Of the day
Whispering, oh they say, they've heard
The forest cries every night
Assembling the troops of the dead
Into the stones a righteous wrath engraved
The weapon they have, I heard
Can't kill none,
But the fears come not from
Dying,
Their weapon that is
They can’t be killed.
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