Hexvessel - Woods to Conjure

Oh this isn't walking in the forest with grandpa When life was simple and honest
This is a cold wet camp when the fire wont kindle And you're damp to the bone and miles from home When the trees shiver all through the timbers
And the visions are embers of an unfinished sentence Wrapped in the bleak creeping feeling that something is missing From the picture of the universe

A spirit form inside a tree
Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure me

Oh this isn't a sip of a spirit in an old bar
When your troubles all seem unreal
This is losing a war in a desert where you're gunned down Dry to the bone and completely alone
For we creature the leashes that strap us to leaches
That suck through the marrow of the altars of earth
Feasting on the brains of creation in the graveyard of nature We get stranger and stranger

A spirit form inside a tree
Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure me

Written by:
Mathew Joseph McNerney

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