I gave up on hope for a God Where was he when the innocent died? I hear voices calling to me with the cicadas They were there when I was praying by my bedside Come out from your home Come wander the woods The mire is calling out to you I wander through darkness I sit beneath a tree The willow weeps for me The willow weeps for me Show your face to me Then the bark on the tree begins to Contort and face appears in the wood "Come to me my child Surrender to me your precious soul I will never forsake you I will embrace you unlike the God that you pray to Surrender yourself to me Surrender yourself to the mire"