Another era has come to an end You’ll return to where it began Wandering at night on Ypres Rd. To determine why you walk in the woods alone A piece of out history I used to honour They disrespected and disgraced They took the ground upon which I walked And rubbed it in my face To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more A path through the woods of my past Where I was dragged across a forest floor They breathe in the stagnant air The poison sky shelters them from the sun No exposure, nothing grows No one ever wonders what lies beyond So set in their old ways They could only hope for change Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride Digging their own graves To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more A path through the woods of my past Where I was dragged across a forest floor I see the truth hidden between the trees These tough woods are but delicate forest Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity Finding comfort in their misery They were doomed beyond the reach of help Saved only by the unconditional love Of hate for a place they couldn’t live without All that I hoped to change Would not be reversed by words alone It would require all of their efforts The lack of which was already set in stone At a time when I could take no more I was dragged across a forest floor Sticks and stones The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains Thorns and Needles I pull them out of my skin While walking home Accept the fact that they’ve missed your point Conceal your motives and all your thoughts Keep your opinions to yourself Give them exactly what they want There’s no hope for understanding Our differences would not be solved For my survival and my sanity In time I learned to have tolerance for you all Bite your tongue until it bleeds Choke down the blood so no one sees Fight the tears Let them fall within While you’re here Never let your weakness show These woods are full of hope These woods are where I walk alone Even at times When standing still Strength and speed Still lie dormant within You will see me channel the pain As blood leaves my core and fills my veins These woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more The tall trees above They are the ones that exist The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet The trails of broken branches These are the mistakes you make The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth With every step I take
So much to say about a song like this one. Masterpiece. Maybe a little bit immature, but at the same time so smart, heroic in more than a way and beautiful sounding. Such a nice, intense spectrum of emotions. David was so passionate and alive. This song is such a fulgid proof.
the raw sincerity he used is what made his music so fucking incredible. there's no turgid machismo, no egotistical preening. it takes more balls to stare these kinds of emotions in the face and not obfuscate or posture around them. what's more metal than turning your agony into gold?
7. Dragged Across a Forest Floor Another era has come to an end You'll return to where it began Wandering at night on Ypres Rd. To determine why you walk in the woods alone A piece of out history I used to honour They disrespected and disgraced They took the ground upon which I walked And rubbed it in my face To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more A path through the woods of my past Where I was dragged across a forest floor They breathe in the stagnant air The poison sky shelters them from the sun No exposure, nothing grows No one ever wonders what lies beyond So set in their old ways They could only hope for change Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride Digging their own graves To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more A path through the woods of my past Where I was dragged across a forest floor I see the truth hidden between the trees These tough woods are but delicate forest Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity Finding comfort in their misery They were doomed beyond the reach of help Saved only by the unconditional love Of hate for a place they couldn't live without All that I hoped to change Would not be reversed by words alone It would require all of their efforts The lack of which was already set in stone At a time when I could take no more I was dragged across a forest floor Sticks and stones The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains Thorns and Needles I pull them out of my skin While walking home Accept the fact that they've missed your point Conceal your motives and all your thoughts Keep your opinions to yourself Give them exactly what they want There's no hope for understanding Our differences would not be solved For my survival and my sanity In time I learned to have tolerance for you all Bite your tongue until it bleeds Choke down the blood so no one sees Fight the tears Let them fall within While you're here Never let your weakness show These woods are full of hope These woods are where I walk alone Even at times When standing still Strength and speed Still lie dormant within You will see me channel the pain As blood leaves my core and fills my veins These woods are but a forest of metaphors And nothing more The tall trees above They are the ones that exist The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet The trails of broken branches These are the mistakes you make The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth With every step I take
He's here to comfort us while we're being dragged across a forest floor.
Another era has come to an end
You’ll return to where it began
Wandering at night on Ypres Rd.
To determine why you walk in the woods alone
A piece of out history I used to honour
They disrespected and disgraced
They took the ground upon which I walked
And rubbed it in my face
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
A path through the woods of my past
Where I was dragged across a forest floor
They breathe in the stagnant air
The poison sky shelters them from the sun
No exposure, nothing grows
No one ever wonders what lies beyond
So set in their old ways
They could only hope for change
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride
Digging their own graves
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
A path through the woods of my past
Where I was dragged across a forest floor
I see the truth hidden between the trees
These tough woods are but delicate forest
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity
Finding comfort in their misery
They were doomed beyond the reach of help
Saved only by the unconditional love
Of hate for a place they couldn’t live without
All that I hoped to change
Would not be reversed by words alone
It would require all of their efforts
The lack of which was already set in stone
At a time when I could take no more
I was dragged across a forest floor
Sticks and stones
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains
Thorns and Needles
I pull them out of my skin
While walking home
Accept the fact that they’ve missed your point
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts
Keep your opinions to yourself
Give them exactly what they want
There’s no hope for understanding
Our differences would not be solved
For my survival and my sanity
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all
Bite your tongue until it bleeds
Choke down the blood so no one sees
Fight the tears
Let them fall within
While you’re here
Never let your weakness show
These woods are full of hope
These woods are where I walk alone
Even at times
When standing still
Strength and speed
Still lie dormant within
You will see me channel the pain
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins
These woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
The tall trees above
They are the ones that exist
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet
The trails of broken branches
These are the mistakes you make
The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth
With every step I take
Such an incredible band, I hope to never lose interest in them for many years to come
Heard about them just a while after David passed... Still haven't lost interest
This is so freaking lit. From start to finish - absolute masterpiece.
These woods are where I walk alone
So much to say about a song like this one.
Masterpiece. Maybe a little bit immature, but at the same time so smart, heroic in more than a way and beautiful sounding.
Such a nice, intense spectrum of emotions.
David was so passionate and alive.
This song is such a fulgid proof.
the raw sincerity he used is what made his music so fucking incredible. there's no turgid machismo, no egotistical preening. it takes more balls to stare these kinds of emotions in the face and not obfuscate or posture around them. what's more metal than turning your agony into gold?
I think I missed this reply. Very nicely said
god damnit so good.
these woods are full our full of hope.
7. Dragged Across a Forest Floor
Another era has come to an end
You'll return to where it began
Wandering at night on Ypres Rd.
To determine why you walk in the woods alone
A piece of out history I used to honour
They disrespected and disgraced
They took the ground upon which I walked
And rubbed it in my face
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
A path through the woods of my past
Where I was dragged across a forest floor
They breathe in the stagnant air
The poison sky shelters them from the sun
No exposure, nothing grows
No one ever wonders what lies beyond
So set in their old ways
They could only hope for change
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride
Digging their own graves
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
A path through the woods of my past
Where I was dragged across a forest floor
I see the truth hidden between the trees
These tough woods are but delicate forest
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity
Finding comfort in their misery
They were doomed beyond the reach of help
Saved only by the unconditional love
Of hate for a place they couldn't live without
All that I hoped to change
Would not be reversed by words alone
It would require all of their efforts
The lack of which was already set in stone
At a time when I could take no more
I was dragged across a forest floor
Sticks and stones
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains
Thorns and Needles
I pull them out of my skin
While walking home
Accept the fact that they've missed your point
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts
Keep your opinions to yourself
Give them exactly what they want
There's no hope for understanding
Our differences would not be solved
For my survival and my sanity
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all
Bite your tongue until it bleeds
Choke down the blood so no one sees
Fight the tears
Let them fall within
While you're here
Never let your weakness show
These woods are full of hope
These woods are where I walk alone
Even at times
When standing still
Strength and speed
Still lie dormant within
You will see me channel the pain
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins
These woods are but a forest of metaphors
And nothing more
The tall trees above
They are the ones that exist
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet
The trails of broken branches
These are the mistakes you make
The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth
With every step I take
This song is attached to my soul!
This is amazing song the vocals are understandable (does happen rarily in black/death) and the deep ending..❤
What an incredible song
Where i was dragged across a forest floor..
yeaaaaaaarrghghhghghghhghhhhhh
Rahhhhhhhhh dragged across the forest floor a nigga wish he was to push power avenged towards a part that never was there