Behind a veil that sunlight
Lays on the grove, lays on the trees
Tremble darkest figure
What lays in the root lays in the seed
In tongues the wind speaks of them
That cry through the night, dark father appear
These wounds have opened for you
Bathed in light, bathed in fear
A roar surrounds you
A call further out
He awaits here for you, he who the trees loved
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