We watch our dreams, hanging from a tree
Noose around the necks, but just out of reach
The venom from the roots will make us taller
Are we getting bigger, or is the world getting smaller?
This is a paradox
These hallucinations guide our way
And if walls could talk, what the hell would they say?

This ink on these pages are full of lies
We could learn to read it if we'd open our eyes
But the ashes of the past tend to cloud reason
So we shift and change just like the seasons
Trying and trying; the noise in our head
It just won't keep quiet, it just wont stay dead
So shut your eyes tightly and try not to scream
In due time we will learn what these symbols mean

The days become hazey, fading in and out
As you drift with the colors, breathe in through your mouth
Taste every emotion, the depressing shade of blue
You hate this notion, but now you know it's true
The world around us is shrinking
And society's left thinking
How to break through the static and become less automatic

Why does the sky change so much?
Something with so much control, we can't even touch
If only our souls operated the same
To be able to control all emotion and pain
At the drop of a hat
We become entangled in the tentacles of despair, and leave it at that
Like those dreams hanging there
We find ourselves to be the ones swaying in the air
With our thoughts skewed like water colors over canvas
We wonder if we really can handle this

Underneath the surface, we fragment
With every ounce of our hope spent
No one will see this
We hold it in
Until we burst at the seams
Becoming just as useless as our broken dreams
The moon weeps for us so often
As it's tears fall into the ocean
Hoping the ripples will calm us down
And that we still have the willpower not to drown

This ink on these pages are full of lies
We could learn to read it if we'd open our eyes
But the ashes of the past tend to cloud reason
So we shift and change just like the seasons
Trying and trying; the noise in our head
It just won't keep quiet, it just wont stay dead
So shut your eyes tightly and try not to scream
In due time we will learn what these symbols mean

The moon weeps for us so often
As it's tears fall into the ocean
Hoping the ripples will calm us down
And that we still have the willpower not to drown

I awaken in a frozen forest
The frost grips my lungs with icy claws
My face is numb and yet I can feel it burn
Snow covers my skin like a gown
As I sift through the permeating fog
A chilling veil of foreboding demise

The oak and ash trees stand like pillars
A silent kingdom encased underneath aeons of time
I turn my eyes to the sky; greeted by the deepest grey
The snow falls gently to the ground
Covering all these graves and where they lay
Stumbling forth through the brush
The wind howls among the boughs

And there stood the palace
A structure made from the strongest oak
Engraved with the runes of the gods
The doors appear as mirrors but ripple with touch
From within the fire burns bright
Lingering ash fills my senses; attracted to the warmth
Passed the thresh-hold I move
And everything disappears

A lady in white stands before me now
Veiled with what could only be death itself
And from her lips mists the very essence of despair
These are her haunted woods
All around, are reflective crimson pools
Steaming against the bite of the wind
Pools of death, pools of men who came before me

She constructs me a tower to the heavens
And instructs me to stay forever
I will do so, without hesitation
Compelled by the raging fire in her eyes
So, from my frozen tower I watch
The embers paint the blackened skies
An eerie shade of amber, permeated with smoke
The forest is burning


The fire in her eyes was released
From on high, I watch her **** herself
Burning alive, a victim of her own passion
I clutch my chest and find a hole
Dry and empty, just a grotesque cavity
She stole my heart in my sleep
And it lit the fire that destroyed this beautiful place
Now a sanctuary of death
In my tower I'll sit forever
Writhing in endless pain
I killed her with my heart
I killed the lady veiled with ice
I killed the only good to come from my conscious mind

There's a deafning silence in this place
One which creeps like death as frost permeates the landscape
Freezing nothern gales redifine my knowledge of pain
As roots are assaulted with upheaval, the forest whispers my name
The wailing stars up above, and sleeping stones below
In this land of agony ruled by tyrants of snow

Sorrow unending, crests with the moon
A revelry of grief, a portent of doom
The howls of wolves cut through the air like a knives
Grim reminders of our past and better lives
Only a war-torn remainder, plagued with a bloodsoaked mirth
Testament to when heathens ruled the earth

Ravens circle overhead in the blood red sky
Awaiting spiritual carrion as our souls slowly die
There is no golden radiance here
The sun finds no place, only hides in fear
Amongst the pillars we are relinquished
Before a pantheon of oak and birch
Where on thrones of fire, gods perch
Lightening strikes not once, but twice
Honoring us in our glorious fight

To the realm of spirits we ride
One by one swelling with pride
To see our ancestors again
We never in life, feared the end
The constellations call us home
And so we depart, leaving only our bones
Among the sleeping stones and blackened oak

Behemoths against a sky draped in flame
Silent mountain peaks caressing clouds of ash
Embers dance in the wind; smoldering messengers
Only the creak of seared bark shall grace this twilight
The forest is burning, such a sight to behold
This forest now king, of fire and gold

After all damage is done
Skeletal trees remain, like decrepit hands
Reaching to curse the sun
Soot is now the only floor
Barren and silent, like sentinels of mother nature
They stand; shamed and leafless
Still they whisper wise words with dying breaths
This is a legend to be told
The forest once king, of fire and gold