Away With Golden Crows
I Know Their Souls Are Old
The Waves And The Thunder's Prose
Within Her Belly Glows

Where The Sleeping Old Bears Breathe
I Can't See The Light For The Trees

I Stayed In Lake Of Fire
My Bed Was Ancient Pyre
The Stars All Fell Into The Sea
I Can't See The Light For The Trees
For The Trees
For The Trees
For The Trees
For The Trees