Thornes & Brambles

Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own 
  Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy 

  Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor 
  Scars of man, furrows through our lands 
  All the cities' toils, defeats our forest lore 
  Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands 

  Spiderwebs of steel and stone 
  Subdivide our given home 
  Remembrance of ancestral 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 

  Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own 
  Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy 

  Through the quiet, cutting through the forest floor 
  Scars of man, furrows through 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 
  Remembrance of ancestral 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