Lyrics
Treacherous hills and fallen branches
Light from the moon, howls from the wind
The trail ends to a blanket of leaves
Dense with trees as far as they allow me to see
Where will my next step bring me
To a field where one man once reigned
Battle ensued, a valley of ashes is now the past
A burial site soiled with families
A family remembered by a wound on a tree
The crest, sword raised, the call of battle, yeah
The map sketched among the wounded tree
The map sketched among the wounded tree
Now filled of sap and the memory
Of all the children this family lost
Now filled of sap and the memory
Of all the children this family lost
Of all the children (this family lost)
Of all the children this family lost
