Hulking through the heather
A blue footprint
A sons fear
Long fur around it gathers
The silhouettes
They stand lulled
What bliss?
Could ever come from this?
What bliss could I escape to from this ?
Rearing like an adder
The whispering hills, their sound, dulled
Stones thrown, windows shatter
The searing rain
It's all clear
What bliss
Could ever come from this
What bliss could I escape to from this
What's bliss
What's bliss
What's bliss
A forest, a forest"