A silent specter on a pleasant, peaceful dusk
The air is choked with a foul stench
Don't come closer, friend
The man-things are quite near
My trembling paws, my quivering ears
Suffocate
Go insane
I see a river flow outward from the trees
A river of blood, and everything is grey
The warnings of the seer too often are ignored
And then it’s too late, and all is lost
Don't come closer, friend
The Owsla are quite near
My trembling paws, my quivering ears
Weary, wounded souls searching for a home
Never so sure if they made the right decision
Suffocate
Go insane
I see monstrous machines tearing up the soil
Tunnels and dens leading up to dead ends
Searching, seeking for somewhere that we may call home
Burning, yearning for somewhere we can rest
The innocent wept after the crooked dawn
Leave them to their fate
A desolate waste hiding tunnels full of corpses
Leave them to their fate
I never chose to be the mouthpiece
El-Ahrairah
Yet who am I to eschew destiny?
El-Ahrairah
Rabbits harvested for skins and sustenance
A miserable lot who care not for The Prince
The wind is whistling in branches of the trees
Carried by the breeze, the cries of spirits sing
Suffocate
Go insane
I see the perfect place for us to settle down
A towering hill, with a mighty tree atop
Searching, seeking for somewhere that we may call home
Burning, yearning for somewhere we can rest
The innocent wept after the blood red dawn
Leave them to their fate
A desolate waste hiding tunnels full of corpses
Leave them to their fate
The air is choked with a foul stench
Don't come closer, friend
The man-things are quite near
My trembling paws, my quivering ears
Suffocate
Go insane
I see a river flow outward from the trees
A river of blood, and everything is grey
The warnings of the seer too often are ignored
And then it’s too late, and all is lost
Don't come closer, friend
The Owsla are quite near
My trembling paws, my quivering ears
Weary, wounded souls searching for a home
Never so sure if they made the right decision
Suffocate
Go insane
I see monstrous machines tearing up the soil
Tunnels and dens leading up to dead ends
Searching, seeking for somewhere that we may call home
Burning, yearning for somewhere we can rest
The innocent wept after the crooked dawn
Leave them to their fate
A desolate waste hiding tunnels full of corpses
Leave them to their fate
I never chose to be the mouthpiece
El-Ahrairah
Yet who am I to eschew destiny?
El-Ahrairah
Rabbits harvested for skins and sustenance
A miserable lot who care not for The Prince
The wind is whistling in branches of the trees
Carried by the breeze, the cries of spirits sing
Suffocate
Go insane
I see the perfect place for us to settle down
A towering hill, with a mighty tree atop
Searching, seeking for somewhere that we may call home
Burning, yearning for somewhere we can rest
The innocent wept after the blood red dawn
Leave them to their fate
A desolate waste hiding tunnels full of corpses
Leave them to their fate
( Principium )
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