Listen.
We are waiting.
Can't you hear us
'Neath the leaves?
There is peace here
The whole year round
The fruits of the forest
Rich and plenty
Trees so ancient
Gone down so deep
Their roots reaching
To the bowels of the earth.
Come and wander
In our green shades
Come and marvel
At our moss-grown glades
Come and stumble
Over skulls long bleached
Come and tremble
For the law you've breached.
In the night, our shadows dance
In the dark, our fleshless trance
In the night, the creaking branch
In the dark, you've lost your chance
Listen.
We are calling.
Can't you hear us
'Neath the leaves?
Spurn the lamplight, flee your nest
Face the darkness, meet your test
Hear the beetle, the grave it digs
Run for shelter, feel our twigs
Pierce your eyes, and slice your knees,
Their way under your skin ease,
Break your veins and crack your bones,
With blood bedew the holy stones,
Fuel our dancing, feed the beast,
Come and join us at our feast.
Reach the center, then descend
Flesh so tender, tear and rend
Your heart beating, warm and red
Not fit for eating, cold and dead.
Your hands they claw
In red-caked dirt
Your eyes do but
The edges skirt
Of ancient secrets
Rank and raw
Kept by things
Of gaping maw.
Not for you
Them e'er to see
To kill you thus
Was our decree.
There is peace here
The whole year round
The fruits of the forest
Rich and plenty
Trees so ancient
Gone down so deep
Their roots reaching
To the bowels of the earth.
Listen.
We are waiting.
Can't you hear us
'Neath the leaves?
