Ricercata from The Clearing by Dead Kings of Norway

Pray this darkness isn't all there is

Cold men don't own no homes
Deep down in the darkness in the pond of old souls
Crow 'bout old wicker hands
Light 'em up in the starlight, spangled red

It's what lies in the heart of the old world,
What bubbles up in the troubles we buried deep in the dark

Don't speak this, it's not your time
These woods don't tell no lies

If we build it who will kill inside these crystal halls?
Does it offer to blossom or do we fill it alone?

Don't speak this, it's not your time
These woods don't tell no lies

It's what we can't bring in
In the deepest part, in the thick of the rustling din
It's the silent meadow, it's the hush that hangs like a warning cry

Don't speak this, it's not your time
These woods don't tell no lies

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