1. ANCESTRAL BRUTALISM

Shuttered arcades
Ghost signs
Along the way
Dead terrain
A periphery of shadow
A dying void

Dwelling among the mists
Obstructed by filth
The illusion of the plan


2. TO THE TALL TREES

Run... no time for heel and toe
They're closing in,
And you've got a row to hoe
Footfalls... the torches burning glow
They're closing in,
And you've got a row to hoe
The tall trees
Can you see the tall trees?
Onward to the tall trees
Can you see the tall trees?
They do not understand so you die
You have nothing to say
You can't wish it away
Your culpability
They aren't concerned with truth
This is simple bloodlust and hate
You must conceal yourself
The forest draws you near
Go where no one remembers your name
The faceless amputees
Their wretched jubilee
Of vengeance and inanity
Stature... shelter
Just a few more paces,
And you are free to leave this all behind...
Darkness