Sylvan

A golden wreath of blazing leaves
Is curling from the smoking trees
The fire snakes and sears its name
Verdant greens in an orange haze

Through blackened poles it waits and wends
Ribbons weaving paths of flame
Yellow ghosts with fervent rage
In circles of an ancient hell

Inside the woods, run the rivers
Rippling like Tyger's fur
Rip their way through noble pines
That took so long to root and rise

Deafening the timber falls
The forest screams a thousand roars
And all because a little spark
Was curious to break the calm

A billowing of silver plumes
Dances through the wooden ruins
Memories in ashen cloud
Hanging like a sullen gown

And so they move serpentine
Adding kindling to their pyres
Watch them eat it all alive
Swallowing in ways sublime

In ways sublime

A wild heat, I can see, I can feel
Inside it all, as it falls, it's beautiful
The fallen sun, warms the skin, touches deep
The crackling, a melting grin, of a burning world

Fiercely, blood streams into a sea
Colour grows, all is noise, all is red
The fallen sun, warms the skin, touches deep
The crackling, a melting grin, of a burning world

Fiercely, blood streams into a sea
Inside it all, as it falls, it's beautiful
The fallen sun, warms the skin, touches deep
The crackling, a melting grin, of a burning world

Come with me to the place where the walls are weak

Come with me!