Lyrics

Well?
What did you find?
We have found that there is always wealth within the harvest
But, after the harvest
Comes the wrath of the winter
The leaves wither
The roots splinter
The question is
Did the sun fall?
Or did we speak "timber"?
We hope you find your answer in this next chamber
We will meet again
On the other end of this path
Goodbye
Written by: Ser Amari Kokayi
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