Lyrics Furrows of a Dying Tree - WRVTH

Furrows of a Dying Tree

A sound resonates through the halls
A rusty creak in the dead of night
The ghost of yesteryear
A pagan cloaked in black
Four winds whir from every corner
Chattering leaves in the midnight calm
The moon is the only light
And the wind is the only voice
Telling a foreign tale of cohesion and avidity Nestled in the furrows of a
dying tree
The moon is the only light
And the wind is the only voice
The moon is the only light