Lost forever and a day
In the wildwood darkness holds sway
Doesn't matter what you do
In the wildwood nightmares come true
Soft warm embers of a dying sun
See the poor woman giving birth
From the dirt we're born
To the dirt return
Exiled in the hope they'll die
Slowly, slowly the victim rots
In their shallow, lonely grave
From the dirt we're born
To the dirt return
No one will ever know
Childish fears and fantasies
Recur all your life
Childish fears and fantasies
From the dawn of time
When the night falls the village cowers
Strange beasts howl and low
From the dirt we're born
To the dirt return
Morning will come again
Winds roar blood and the tempest quakes
Torrents flood the woods and fields
From the dirt we're born
To the dirt return
Thunder cracks in rage
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