Blackroot Forest

(альбом: The Lost City - 2017)

Death has come to take you home
Barbaric things are all these trees have known
The forest aches in his wake
His stench still lingers on the breeze

Worth it, was it worth it
You know that you can't go home, oh no
You cannot go

A troubled brow, a grey head
Skies crashing in upon burning skies

If these walls could speak they'd scream
If these hills had eyes they'd bleed

If these walls could speak they'd scream
If these hills had eyes they'd bleed

Take this fire
Keep my dying flame, save my name
Take this fire
Burn the dark away, see the day

Father, please forget about me
'Cause I'll always be lost
And that's not worth remembering
Mother, please forgive me my crimes
And know that I've let you down one final time

Show me your face
I won't let you take
The phantom in Blackroot that's hiding from me
The withered limb with ears for sweet lies that has poisoned the Family tree

Take this fire
Keep my dying flame, save my name
Take this fire
Burn the dark away, see the day
Take comfort, take solace
Take heart and home, they're yours to own
Take this fire
Burn the dark away, see the day

Can't go back, you can't go home
No no, no no
Can't go back, you can't go home
No no, no no

Take comfort, take solace
Take heart and home, they're yours to own
Take this fire
Burn the dark away, see the day