Thorns and Brambles 歌词

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