Something is brewing in the cold deep
I hear it echoing behind while other sleep
In a box beneath the trees
While cages it hunts in threes
What path lies before thee
I ask before careful where what you see
For the road you walk, many dare to talk
For in solace a grave, not buried
For you see, others never carried
At last what pits do you roam
Ah the soul lingers to atone
when fate was written in stone
