Long ago and far away,
In a vacant, left behind place
Unknown to the void of time and space
There stands a grove of fir trees,
Shimmering in the moonlight
Waving in the wind.

Long ago and far away,
And ever present to this day
They whisper endlessly, calling my name,
Their voices lashing at my empty soul
Tearing wounds worn to scars by time.

In dreams I walk this forlorn road,
In the darkness I now wander,
In...