@migu music@

Dead vast forests

Cold ground where death threads

The blood of those who fell

Buried in a tomb of ice

Beneath the forest of the dead

The trees stand black and silent

Immobile in the wind

Reaching out in blasphemy

Like hands cursing the gods

Beneath the forest of the dead

The roots still are growing like serpents in the ground

Twisting turning slowly without sound

The roots now are spreading thriving on the dead

Hungry feeding on the lost misled

So our limbs lie spread

In the shadows of frozen wood

But what is eternally dead

Gives birth to blackened blood

Beneath the forest of the dead