Hollow Branches - Gods of The Forest

No temple built these bones No priest has walked this loam Only root and rot and rain Only breath and blood and stone I went where the path gives out Where the soil turns black and deep Where the dead leaves choke the light And the old things never sleep No names carved into bark No hymns that men have known Just the weight of watching woods And a silence older than bone Kneel where the ground is soft Where the mycelium threads below Every step feeds something unseen Every breath is something owed Gods of the forest, I feel you under my skin In the rot and the roots and the marrow within No crown, no throne, no heaven above Just the slow, sacred hunger that we all become of Gods of the forest, no mercy, no lie You take what is given, you swallow, you rise I am not separate, I never was… I am the dirt, and the teeth, and the cause Spirit cries through hollow trunks Like a voice with no tongue left Wind pulls breath from broken limbs Like a body taking its last breath The river don’t pray, it carves The moss don’t beg, it takes Every living thing here knows There is nothing that escapes Hands in the soil, feel it move Soft decay, alive below Every god I’ve ever feared Was just something I didn’t know Gods of the forest, I feel you under my skin In the rot and the roots and the marrow within No crown, no throne, no heaven above Just the slow, sacred hunger that we all become of Gods of the forest, no mercy, no lie You take what is given, you swallow, you rise I am not separate, I never was… I am the dirt, and the teeth, and the cause Root and rot Bone and bloom Feed the dark Become the womb Root and rot Bone and bloom I go down To make you room No salvation waits for me No clean or sacred end Just the breaking down of form And the turning back again I’ve seen gods in fallen trees In the fox with blood on its jaw In the way the fungus spreads… There is no flaw in the law Gods of the forest, tear me thin Let the roots drink deep where I begin No soul to save, no sin to absolve Just the endless turning we dissolve Gods of the forest, I don’t resist I was always a part of this When I fall, don’t speak my name… Just feed the soil and end the same No temple No throne No name Just home