In an empty forest, northern lights light the night
Now in this place, one can feel the senses fleeing
A palpable fear grows inside the murk of darkness
Air smells of decay, a howl sends the mind reeling
Endless dead of the trees, echoes of lives missing
What lives in this world, hidden from eyes that see?
It is in death that life renews, from the harvest
The deep driving roots feed restoration and trial
Human lives are similar, we thrive upon the test
And as the flesh passes, this spirit rises
Now in this place, one can feel the senses fleeing
A palpable fear grows inside the murk of darkness
Air smells of decay, a howl sends the mind reeling
Endless dead of the trees, echoes of lives missing
What lives in this world, hidden from eyes that see?
It is in death that life renews, from the harvest
The deep driving roots feed restoration and trial
Human lives are similar, we thrive upon the test
And as the flesh passes, this spirit rises
