Dead Roots Stirring - Elder

Sense awaken

So deep a breach against the ice

Signs up stepping

Give way a flower of the time

Old oak standing

Woven a temple to the times

New growth coming

Green sheet a fabric of the lies

Black void yawning

This mass will bury us alive

Dead roots stirring

New life’s shining in our eyes

Not stay rooted to the shore

Let the waves consume our bones

Don’t you know it’s hard to live

When we go it all alone