A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth
And the soil breathes one final, desperate, breathe of life
Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead
Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust
These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew
And all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees
It was Morrow who cursed this place
Now, cheerless and stagnant it screams in the night
So we hearken the cries from the heart of the wood
I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here
Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom
I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom, they never bloom
You fucking betrayed us, in these woodlands we wove
Dreaming amidst the groves
Morrow, No one could stop us although, now the orchards no longer grow
So I'll reclaim the throne of woe
I'm starting to count the stars by myself
And this winter is eating away at my soul
I'll always remember the day I was stabbed in the back, stabbed in the back
Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying trees began to fall, one by one
Now let me sleep. Let me sleep, In this garden that never blooms
A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth
And the soil breathes one final, desperate, breathe of life
Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead
Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust
These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew
And all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees
So here I will wait for the spring, In the garden of tears
If you listen in the night, you hearken the cries from the heart of the wood
And so here I will wait, until my last dying days, wishing upon ages
These flowers will someday bloom
I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom, they never bloom