You found solace in the wilderness,
It wrapped around as you bled,
But in the deep you lost your way,
Cutting trails of crimson red.
Tell me where these footpaths lead you?
Who reads your trail but never sees you?
The chapters of the ancient wars
Are written below your eyes,
When the living horns upon your crown
Once rained death from out the skies.
Who follows you but never finds you?
The things you’ve done will forever bind you.