The Silent Elk Of Yesterday

Guns,

Scent destroyers,

Chainsaw,

Timber

And here I am

destined north from here

to colder climes, where a few might stand

Beyond this ridge I go

In search for fertile land.

Soon you'll feel my pain

because I am your future son

Man and earth as one

or I ride on through your cancer haze.

Blackened days,

thick with shame.

The Master;

"As fluid as melting ice

Receptive as a valley

Clear as a glass of water

Do you have the patience to wait till the mud settles" (x2)

"Success is as dangerous as failure

Hope is as hollow as fear." (x3)

Victory; is a cluttered home and when

it kills you to step outside!

Tree stands,

Ghost forest,

Carbon,

Red Moon,

Now I lay

Victim of the modern world

underneath I plant three seeds

and giveth my body - decompose

to let grow from soil once more.

In Satan's name

You're exculpated from blame

for your world turning to black

Alas the deer shoot back

before we destroy it all.

The deer shoot back,

White tail attack.