Forestless کے بول

Where are those that provided protection? Where are these giants of old? And where in the world did I stand when they needed protection of their own? It's true, nothing in this life is granted Other than the reminders of decay For all who stood tall have dissolved into the conciousness of our yesterday Barren have become my lands Emptied through the averice deed Laceratered by the wounds of hand Vanished keep of bark, root and seed Sapling ghosts I long for now Blackened by the touch of fire and smoke Lost in the questions of why and how I still hear the whisperings of pine and oak Thy thickets urn, my heavens burn Where now will I search for serenity? For leaf and fern, my heart shall yearn Within the embers of our own obscenity Paradise now feign, nature in chains As is my soul internally for the cost of gain Blood stains these plains And we follow in the footsteps of eternity