Abandoned in the forest with my own fear
All these eyes encircling drawing near
The leaves are falling like my guard weakened crawling
No defenses called my own except cowardice
I hear them running, hollow within
I feel them crawling, under my skin
I made my bed so here I lay
Paralyzed by my own mind
On a bed of rotting leaves
I made my bed so here I lay
Paralyzed by my own mind
On a bed of rotting leaves
They led me to the forest and left me here
The will of the seer I must face my fears
Warmth is leaving Psonen calling on the wind
No lights no fires, the struggle without and within
I hear them running, hollow within
I hear them crawling, under my skin