When The Last Of Blood Has Left Your Veins
You Will Learn To Walk A Different Way
You Will Wander Slow And Far Away
You Will Lumber Out Beyond The Graves
At The Edge Of The Boneyard They Say
There Is A Path To The Forgotten Ways
Where You Will Rot The Rest Of Your Days
Where The Gnomes And The Spirits Play
When Will To Live Is A Distant Dream
When You Are Alone In The Trees
There Will Be A Weight Upon Your Feet
And Over Time You Will Fall To Your Knees
Deep Here In The Undergrowth You Will Be
Slowly The Insects Will Come To Feed
You Will Grow Into The Roots Of The Trees
From Sorrow You Will Finally Be Free
With The Winter Frosts Your Bones Will Freeze
Deep In The Soil Never To Be Seen
The Ones You Love Will Never See Your Grave
They Will Not Hear Your Screams
And So Alone You Shall Always Be
With Nobody But The Gnomes To See
But None Is Changed As In Life You See
You Were Always Alone In These Trees...
In Life And In Death I Was Always Alone
In Life And In Death I Never Had A Home
I Remember When Your Arms Were Warm
I Remember When I Wished To Go On.