Thornes & Brambles - Abney Park

Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own

Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy

Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor

Scars of man, furrows through our lands

All the cities' toils, defeats our forest lore

Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands

Spiderwebs of steel and stone

Subdivide our given home

Remembrance of ancestral sage

Thorns and brambles of a different age

We will not be thrown away

We will not be torn

We will never fall astray

We’ve seen your kind before

Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own

Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopy

Through the quiet, cutting through the forest floor

Scars of man, furrows through our lands

Ghostly silent, all the trees are long since gone

Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands

Spiderwebs of steel and stone

Subdivide our given home

Remembrance of ancestral sage

Thorns and brambles of a different age

We will not be thrown away

We will not be torn

We will never fall astray

We’ve seen your kind before