I stand before you humble oh majesty of oak, but a broken shell lit by the torch-light of my forest-heart
Too long have i wandered in search of this haven
Too long have i sailed the lives of scorn
Now i grace these wooden pillars
Unworthy i stand, yet i make my plea
Beneath the crimson of the burning sky
Here i shall make my offering
Upon thine elder roots
Through scarlet streams i return to your arms
To rest again, one with her
Shroud me beneath snowfall, mend these gaping wounds
Breathe unto me the strength to rise anew