Lyrics Owlwood - Cult of Luna

Fear roams throughout this land
Where no man dare tread
Dark shapes protect the one
Not bound by laws of flesh

When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes

Days of isolation
Regret dominates
Unwilling to face
What awaits outside

When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes

Ghost of this age
What the creek take
From a wretched state
Rose the willing