A cool breeze blows the leaves atop my mossy bones
In this damp and musty place where the sun has never shone
Beneath the breeze, beneath these trees
As Winter thaws the ground shifts away
In this rooted cage for a lightless aeon
Time reclaimed this rotting flesh
Beneath the earth for an eternity
Here has been my somber grave
The wind whistles through my open ribs
Filling my chest with breath and releasing a groan
To again feel the warmth of the sun's kiss
Upon my decrepit grave
of root and bone
Upon my decrepit grave
of root and bone
In the ages that have passed me
I have watched everything wither away
from the base of the willow tree
where my body lay
I feel the cold, frozen breeze
Beneath this ancient tree
In this sublunary tomb,
for eons has been where I sleep
To feel the warmth of the sun's kiss
Upon my decrepit grave
The wind whistles through my open ribs
Filling my chest with breath and releasing a groan
To again feel the warmth of the sun's kiss
Upon my decrepit grave
of root and bone
I dredge myself from this muddy hole
As I shift my bones creek and groan
Up towards skies of bronze and gold
Back from death | Back to life