Fuga from The Clearing by Dead Kings of Norway

Did that pop put a crink in your neck?
You whipped your head around quick,
Did you catch a little glimpse of it?
Is it better to go back? Go back,
Go back home?

We're involved in something else,
Something old and proud and dark and lonely
And all the paths lead us to fear,
Lead us to fear, to fear that we should
Go back. Go back.

There's no such thing as a night in the woods
I think you're seeing that now,
Think you're seeing like I do.

Peer in this pool, the visions go for seasons stretching back
All that you've been, just a branch, just a blade of grass

And all the problems that you wrestle with will blow away
And all the feelings that were so compelling will be ground to dust
And any sympathy you bear will turn to gravel in your throat
And any sentimental voices croak and catch among the oaks.

Peer in this pool, the visions go for seasons stretching back
Fear drove the hope away
Relax, this night, it can see since the stars were born
All that you've been, just a beast, just a thing, scratching on the trees

And all your problems they will blow away
And all your fears are here to stay
Come witness decay

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