Molested - Pyre at the Tarn lyrics

Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched From the forest I adore, and where my souls still breed Not on paths walked eternally, but on gra** never seen Loss have always walked with a bloodred face Shearing the spell of winds lurking in the front As in sun-stolen paradise, the darkness grows Still along with the winds and beating waves Spawn like demons walking firely on the glades In spite of the rainful rage of storms Carry wood through woods, to a burning spot Far from forest deep and valleys where children weep..... Pyre at the Tarn An elder storm of grief on raven wings spit into the chasm of golden stones And leaves fall beyond burning bats But not from wolves with a heart in jaws A loss of dawn keep the moon awake lurks from the hill to see what the flames shall k** A victim, not for the eyes of the sun Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched From the forest I adore, and where my soul still breed