In The Woods They Cry
Masters of the elements save the one that rules all
the misgivings of the flesh, the cold October Fall
The fork within the middle of the road, the branch that will bend
The Denials of uncertainty, the grave misgiven trend
And oh how I am limited, Midst the field of cloves
Were it not for the terrible dreams, a king of empty troves
the misgivings of the flesh, the cold October Fall
The fork within the middle of the road, the branch that will bend
The Denials of uncertainty, the grave misgiven trend
And oh how I am limited, Midst the field of cloves
Were it not for the terrible dreams, a king of empty troves
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