Verse I Rings record soaked in years of tears Roots reach ontological depths Dreaming buried voices to rot From tears, that bark was it's defense They has been seeking truth since youth Buried truth dissolves within soil Lignin explores depth and new heights Fate and flesh now begin to coil Chorus We sink We rot Deadly seeds Bodies are not we No root No rise Deathly pale But Wise Verse II Dead voices howl in blackened wood Phloem is taut from black phlegm inside Sapwood stains twist then convulse Stomatae proan in pain: sharp sigh Chloroplasts try their best to look Photosynthesis fades and fails Still they find only misery hope blackened into deathly pale Outro The ancient tree, once wise and full, now whispers only what the darkness will. Darkness declares the glory of darkness. The Glory of Decay in Wise, ancient wood, and the night showeth forth the work of eternal night.
