Agalloch From Which Of This Oak 1. The Wilderness 2. As Embers Dress The Sky 3. Foliorum Viridum 4. This Old Cabin 1. The Wilderness It was when I realized that life has no meaning no purpose, no quarry ...no answeres... And all the dreary night that had befallen across the land I slipped into a revery a web of human hand You longed to soar up high to caress the silky winds to embrace and kiss as lovers ...the ether... but fate with cursed hand has struck wretch apon your head this wretch has been the day you were born (human) I live my life alone and all it's misery until the day I turn to stone I shall die alone among the wilderness It was when I realized apon my waking eyes no nightmare of mankind can harm me... I live my life alone among the wilderness until the day i turn to stone Life is but a dream among the wilderness ...I spread my golden wings set sail my weightless form and soar into the cosmos ...Forevermore... 2. As Embers Dress The Sky The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the win sing a swansong for mankind Shine on morning skyfire ablaze this final day The autumnal end, the dawn of man The centuries fade below my feet I soared above them as they worthlessly poured thought from a chalice as wisdom would flow, twilight would come to pass drink oh hallowed cup of life Shine on evening skyfire paint the sky with the blood of a raven bereavement, oh garment of ebony as embers dress the dusk of man... 3. Foliorum Viridum [Instrumental] 4. This Old Cabin ...Blood on my hands... I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night this life I hate Destroy this life, this life I hate return me to the womb thy crystalline will has finally shattered As spring rain paints itself on the canvas of youth it's snowing still in my heart Will I ride the summer winds or dance apon the crimson horizon will I find paradise in hell? If I go deep into the woods If I go to this cabin As scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning and infants nurse on the nectar of motherhood As prophets of ruin wield their swords of wisdom and battle forth towards a brighter dawn Take me away from here ...Falling... ...Soaring... If I go deep into the woods If I go to this cabin If I go deep into the woods If I go will you follow? ...Falling... ...Soaring... Take me away from here (This blood) on my hands to celebrate my passing My soul shall bleed for eternity ...in silence... [All poetry by J. Haughm]