(©Crowned 2012)</p>

Darkness comes early, to the voiceless woods<br>
 The air grows heavy under the canopy of trees<br>
 The brooding silence of the woods is bottomless<br>
 It becomes menacing as days meld into one</p>
 
Creeping in the shadows of gnarled trees<br>
 Twisted earthly formations, foreboding<br>
 The days growing darker and darker<br>
 It is the summoning of a storm</p>
 
And in the far distance you can hear it booming<br>
 Crashing, life fierce waves on jagged rock<br>
 The earth quivers under foot<br>
 And the air pulses in ear</p>
 
My heart is pierced, yet I carry on<br>
 The stillness and gloom are absolute<br>
 This is the only way<br>
 This journey is coming to an end</p>
 
The sun vanishes completely once again<br>
 Only abyssal black night remains<br>
 Defied only by deafening horns<br>
 Ominous and thunderous they sound</p>

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