Thornes & Brambles

Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own

Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies

Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor

(Scars of man, furrows though our lands)

All the cities toils, defeats our forest lore

(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)

Spiderwebs of steel and stone

Subdivide our given home

Rememberance of ancestrial 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 kine before

Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own

Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies

Through the quiet, cutting though the forest floor

(Scars of man, furrows though 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

Rememberance of ancestrial 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