Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy
Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor
Scars of man, furrows through our lands
All the cities' toils, defeats our forest lore
Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands
Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Remembrance of ancestral sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We've seen your kind before
Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy
Through the quiet, cutting through the forest floor
Scars of man, furrows through our lands
Ghostly silent, all the trees are long since gone
Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands
Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Remembrance of ancestral sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age
We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We've seen your kind before
