Wanderer Of Thorns 荆棘流浪者

Bare roots claw at the frozen ground

Moss is gone where the dead bark bound

Footsteps sink into cracked stone mud

No bird calls no rain just hollow blood

Grey sky presses low on my crown

Only shadows walk when the sun goes down

I walk this hollow where the forests died

No breath of life to turn the tide

Thorns wrap my bones the land is bare

Ice in my veins the air is thin

This empty wild is where I begin

Subterranean dark where the roots run deep

Old rotten trunks where the cold will sleep

I taste the iron in the frozen air

No path to lead no one to care

Cracked branches scrape at my weathered skin

The silence here is a sharpened gin

I crawled from the hole where the dark was bred

No hope left here for the living or dead

Thorns wrap my bones the land is bare

Blisters burst on my calloused feet

The barren dark is all I meet

They burned the old trees to ash and dust

They left this waste to rot and rust

I am the ghost that won't leave this ground

I am the wound that will not close down

The cold runs deeper than the mine shaft's core

I will not leave I will not fall

Thorns wrap my bones the land is bare

My bones will rest where the forests died

This barren wild will be my grave