A forest as old as time,
Beckons to me timid but strong.
The green is life, whispering a tune,
Unheard longing to sing.
An old man sits, at the clearings edge,
I arrived and then he said,
Come young wanderer, hear my lore,
This beautiful forests time is short.
Oh wandering lad, oh longing soul,
This forest is ancient as I am old.
Like you I was young and green like the trees,
But slowly I’m dying like the fading leaves.
Ways we parted and onward I went,
Through the enchanting scent of fauna and flora.
To a river I came, and the climate did change,
To a rain, that was cold as the snow.
The sight of the dead forest, brought tears to my eyes.
I felt like a broken spirit, kneeling beneath a crimson sky.
Oh wandering lad, oh longing soul,
This forest is ancient as old man foretold.
Like you I was young and green like the trees,
But slowly I’m dying like the fading leaves.
Now i am brittle, my feet are like ash.
I live in green forest until death will out-lash.
Along comes young wanderer, bright and anew.
So I’ll pass along knowledge given to few.
Time brings healing and brings death.
Up until your final breath.
In life’s grand scheme, were fading leaves.
Old mans words...burning bright as the crimson sky, that night.
I'm fading away.
Oh wandering lad, oh longing soul,
This forest is ancient as I am old.
Like you I was young and green like the trees,
But slowly I’m dying like the fading leaves.
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023