They have come from the Earth, where the dead do rest.
Rising from the undergrowth.
Watching over your sweet eternal sleep.
Thousands of years have passed by, reaching for the sky.
The silence of a cycle.
Keeping secrets from a forgotten time.
Sitting on a mossy stone.
Carving hearts into the bone.
In the shadow of the elders.
The heavy bough will see you though.
The beauty of the old world Yew. It will protect you.
They'll be your killer, and be your lifeline too, destroyer and protector.
The solemn giant will stand alone in time.
Their twisted grandeur, will open the divide.
And guide your resurrection.
Communicating with hallowed ancestors.
