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.