Wormwood - Hanging Garden

That night the crescent was high

The rippling puddles in the rainfall

I could feel the spirits around me

Whispers faint almost gone now

The silent voice of the night

Resounding ever deeper within

Hollow yet profound

Secrets linger on

None dare tread these woods anymore

Here sickness hangs heavy

Yet I tread ever deeper

Hand in hand with the darkness

We’ve stepped over the threshold now

And felled are the gates of forever

Monuments of our fall stand tall

In their shadow we always will revel

Severed the ties to this soil

No-one there to receive

Lamentation for this earth

There are none

So call my name through the dark

It echoes through the night

Compels me to lie down and die

Lie down and die