The Forest That Weeps (Summer)

I am the mist in the morning,
I am the moss in the ground.
You are the light that
cuts through the stone.

I am the worms in the dirt,
I am the branches reaching the sky.
You are the source,
the orchestrator of life.

In the dark rain
the grey mountains sing
a sad song of winter
and the howling wind.

Visions of the past
in the haunting dreams.
Under the dead sky,
under the withered trees.

The night falls upon
the forest that weeps.
Father of shadows that forever,
that forever sleeps.

I saw the lakes that shimmer,
I heard the clanging of the wild rivers.
You are the voice that carries
throughout the land.

I felt the strength of my ancestors
as I walked through the land of the dead.
You are the fire that burns forever!

In the dark rain
the grey mountains sing
a sad song of winter
and the howling wind.

Visions of the past
in the haunting dreams.
Under the dead sky,
under the withered trees.

In the dark rain
the grey mountains sing
a sad song of winter
and the howling wind.

Visions of the past
in the haunting dreams.
Under the dead sky,
under the withered trees.

The night falls upon
the forest that weeps.
The forest that weeps!

Father of shadows
that forever sleeps,
that forever sleeps.

The night falls upon
the forest that weeps.
The forest that weeps!

Father of shadows
that forever sleeps,
that forever sleeps.