There is a place in the heart of the forest
Where spiders weave their crystalline webs
And blackbirds sing in the key of light
Where all the sorrows are uninvited
Here I shall lay my weary vessel
On a bed of leaves and needles
Through years of famine and abundance
Many ages they have withstood and observed
Deep go their roots into this soil
Throbbing veins of the earth
Reverence born through death
The most sacred of rites
Countless passings I have witnessed
Cacophony of dying cells
Forgotten wisdom
Withered harmony
Forever shrouded in mystery
Deny what you cannot understand
Walls of stone and steel
Straight lines for crooked ideals
Blood and bones
Still bound to be sacrificed in the end
Into the dead of night
To where no pathway goes
Pave me the way with silver starlight
The moon is riding high
Here I shall lay my weary vessel
On a bed of leaves and needles
Mother take this offering
In death we shall unite
The sun will rise to a new dawn
Devoid of woe and tribulation