• Dying Woods ~ Out of Liminality ~


    Till we find the twilight star,
    We won't be getting far.
    Amidst the scars of the night,
    You could still hear our might.

    You could watch us sing and dance,
    Because this is your last chance.
    With the woods we will wither and die,
    We will know until it is nigh.

    Once the curtain has gone down,
    Our smiles soon shall turn to frowns.
    For to the woods our friends will fly,
    Where, with the woods, they too will die.

    Our lives entangled inside,
    Shall the stars be our guide.
    May this last song be our memory,
    It is of our former glory.