Glade by Towards Lyrics

Wretched skeletal trees shiver
Their claws grasping at the void

Ominous chorus of birds
Their flocks many and shrouded

Quelled, I hear myself chant
Feel my mouth move in pain

Trunks chafe against one another
Branches creak as in horror

Frozen air delivers a message
And I scream in agony

Woods answer with a hollow drone
Black wings flapping, drawing nearer

My trail ends here
In this sullen glade
I can't see anyone
The air stands too still

And stars begin to fade away