Two little babes beneath the boughs, no hearth, no home, no waking house. The stars were stitched across the sky, while somewhere far, a black bird cried. The forest wore a silver veil, and every path became a tale. Greg built a kingdom out of dreams, while Wirt sank underneath the trees. A teapot sang beside the fire, the woodland danced to his desire. But underneath that childish glow, the deeper roots began to grow. The night grew still, the branches swayed, the little kingdom slowly frayed. And where the sleeping shadows creep, the Unknown whispered them to sleep. Babes in the Wøød, beneath the hollow sky, where little dreams are born and little heroes die. Hold to the light before the dark comes through, for dreams can build a world—and bury you. Babes in the Wøød, lost where the wild things roam, one heart keeps dreaming, one keeps longing for home. And if the night should steal the path away, remember me when morning finds the day. A cloud of snow, a field of white, a lullaby beneath the night. Wirt closed his eyes and slipped below, where darker currents dream and flow. Greg still wandered, bright and brave, unaware of the waiting grave. But through the woods a presence grew, its ancient gaze already knew. Sleep now, wanderer... let the forest turn. Dream of a place where the lost don't burn. But every dream has roots below, and every seed remembers snow. SLEEP! LET THE DARKNESS IN! SLEEP! LET THE BEAST BEGIN! THE WOODS WILL KEEP WHAT DREAMS FORGET! THE LOST ARE NOT RELEASED YET! Babes in the Wøød, beneath the hollow sky, where little dreams are born and little heroes die. If darkness comes to carry me away, I'll find you somewhere past the break of day. Babes in the Wøød, don't let the lantern fade, for every dream is borrowed from the light it made. Two little babes... one fading flame... And somewhere in the darkness... something knows their names.
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