Dirge of Withered Pines
The canopy
is closing in (shhh)
Beneath the pine
where shadows spin
Run from the ridge before the fire
goes cold
Watch for the sign that the elders foretold
No tracks left in the frozen clay
The cold light takes the rest of day
Kyrie eleison, out in the wild (ahhh)
We will stand! We will stand! (hoooah)