| Dead Roots Stirring |
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| Sense awaken |
| So deep a breach against the ice |
| Signs up stepping |
| Give way a flower of the time |
| Old oak standing |
| Woven a temple to the times |
| New growth coming |
| Green sheet a fabric of the lies |
| Black void yawning |
| This mass will bury us alive |
| Dead roots stirring |
| New life’s shining in our eyes |
| Not stay rooted to the shore |
| Let the waves consume our bones |
| Don’t you know it’s hard to live |
| When we go it all alone |
