The Rite of Passage

Graveyards in the woods
Where the trees fall down each year
Where the Sun forgets to shine

Stony trails of fate
Divinity of silent marks
As old as the time itself

I'm walking through the night
And the memories become alive
Like the echoes of ancient glory

Spilling the golden blood
Of the pines and mighty oaks
I chant the songs of power

Sheltered for ages in dark caves
The spirits of the Earth arise
To ignite the forgotten fire

Enthroned be the night
All the gods who fell asleep
To return this very hour

Graveyards in the woods
Where I become the fallen tree
Where the Sun will never shine again!