Roots Stained by Time Lyrics

Walk the hills at twilight, under grey skies
mark the passage of time, generation by generation
waiting to die

In the hollows, covered in pines
hidden from sight, morning air stays cold
as the sun refuses to rise
so we kneel, sinking into clay
stained by roots fortified by time

Streams cut through the fields, the pulse of the mountain side
the still sits empty, a shrine to a modern empty life
bear witness to roots stained by time

arise, wash the dirt from your face, wake with the rising sun
spread your roots, clean your roots, cut your roots, cut your roots