there will be your name on the grave -
empty
of mourning
sap no longer running out of it
I kneel down and utter
a pagan spell
with only lips moving
erase my name from everywhere
and I will return you
to the people
from among the silence
of the pines
there will be your name on the grave -
empty
of mourning
sap no longer running out of it
I kneel down and utter
a pagan spell
with only lips moving
erase my name from everywhere
and I will return you
to the people
from among the silence
of the pines