To him who walks with fire
I offer all I've got
So my light may shine brighter
In the grim unhallowed night
To see the open pastures
I took his hand and went
Through crops irr'gated orchards and woodland clear and bright
He told a tale of nurture and living with the land
On sun-rayed hills enchanted
By the lark in the Western sky
There is the need to save the duty to preserve
To give your light and power
To a land else fouled awry
How green the grass
How sweet the sound
Into the black forest we go
Confined by silence
Enraptured by the powers of yore
Our torched we quench
There'll be no peace
There'll be no peace 'cause we made the terms by ourselves
This sense of nature safe 'till the sun goes down
You're no saviour
This sense of nature kills once the light's burn low
No salvation
Don't forget to breathe when the lights begin to fade
Only make rid of what's yours
Our weakling hearts half fearing their relief
Give in to the blackness praise its sudden grief
The dark reveals the petty saves we grant
Beneath wind in the branches wailing its ever chant
Into the black forest we go