Hate and regret flow down a tear
Along tears the green of my inner forest is reflected
The silent mourning of the high branches heals me
Life and death sung by the lush leaves
The songs of the night tell of hunger
The wood is my kingdom and my grave here
I will find my throne of thorns
And wait for the moss to dress me
Along tears the green of my inner forest is reflected
The silent mourning of the high branches heals me
Life and death sung by the lush leaves
The songs of the night tell of hunger
The wood is my kingdom and my grave here
I will find my throne of thorns
And wait for the moss to dress me
( Shamael )
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