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)