Forever in Mourning -

I descend down this mountain into the cursed woods

Never looking back, my feet become cut and bruised

The beauty of this land still takes my breath away

An old, withered man reflects upon his life

His face, buried within his hands

Forever in mourning

I continue my journey

Voices in the wind discourage me

But Im old, and my body must become one

One with the forest

I am pulled into these woods with a violent grace

A young man with goat-like features takes my hand

Im almost too weak to walk as he begins to drag me into the trees

I look back at my feet as they become dirt

My legs slowly sink into this ground

And my arms become deeply rooted into the earth

And the beauty of this land still takes my breath away

Still takes my breath away

Walk with me to the edge of earth

I descend down this mountain into the cursed woods

Never looking back, my feet become cut and bruised

The beauty of this land still takes my breath away

An old, withered man reflects upon his life

His face, buried within his hands

Forever in mourning

Forever in mourning

Impulledinto these woods with a violent grace

Take my hand, and walk with me to the edge of earth

Take my hand, and walk with me to the edge of earth

With a violent grace, take me away…