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(hummmmm) The soil remembers
The cold iron breathes
Underneath the rusted pine
Ancient currents start to align
Voices from the hollow stone
Speak of things the dust has known
We are the waking wood
Standing where the towers stood
Green heat through the cables runs
Older than the dying suns Root and wire interlace
Reclaiming every hollow space
Forgotten realms begin to speak
In the language of the weak
We are the waking wood
Standing where the towers stood
Green heat through the cables runs
Older than the dying suns
The circle closes
Earth
returns (ahhhh)