Dawn
Gray sky shedding tears
Faces of wood soak and bleed
And water the sleepless earth
A redemption for hatred deeds
Mother!
What have you done
To make our screams so muted?
A punishment, our torment
Our roots are now rotted
Decayed, septic
Whispers of the forest
So beautiful and cold
A never ending circle of death
At dusk we rise, at dawn we fall
Lament
In shadows you hide alone
A creeping voice between purple leaves
A cry for our dead brothers
The burden of our grief
Forest!
A god painted green and brown
A house for the living
And a graveyard for our dead
Those who perished, yet still breathing
Decayed, septic
And blood - made tears
Whispers of the forest
So beautiful and cold
A never ending circle of death
At dusk we rise, at dawn we fall