Owlwood

Fear roams throughout this land

Where no man dare tread

Dark shapes protect the one, not bound by laws of flesh

When lights are gone, woodland comes alive

Fire is born into their eyes

Days of isolation

Regret dominates

Unwilling to face what awaits outside

When lights are gone, woodland comes alive

Fire is born into their eyes

Ghost of this age

What the creek take

From a wretched state rose the willing