From the woods, from the woods 
They [bad word] from the woods 
Riding horses cloaked in gray 
Make their way, to my door 
Lay their boots upon my floor 
Wash their hands and start to pray 
But I am gone, I am not there 
I have followed mountain bears 
To a cave of deepest tome 
There I wait, by the mouth 
As the smoke it flushes out 
Then I'll slowly drag one home 

All these things are ever lost 
Stillness has brought my love to cost 

From the woods, from the woods 
Once a vision from the woods 
At a point between two tracks 
Bound by tape, and by wire 
 [bad word] and beaten in the fire 
So the metals faded black 
Newer ropes, stronger nets 
Have us plumbing further depths 
For the wolves we'll never be 
Should we go, would we die 
If the weight it was to slide 
Drag our secrets to the sea 

All these things are ever lost 
Stillness has brought my love to cost 

I taste the sulfur on my breath 
I see the blood pool on the step 
The moon so thick, the wounds so fresh 
And all is well.... 

From the woods, from the woods, they [bad word] 
From the woods!! 
(Ahhh)