Twilight Grove Hymns

(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)