The spiteful heavens remain a broken and pointless dream Am I to wander and be terrestrial forever? I craved the silence and solitude of death in the stars Instead I feel chained and bound to this wretched earth Back in this forest, I feel the presence of living things Deep in the surface I feel the rotting of flesh and bone And in the distance I see a tombstone whose name I know And whose untimely death is mourned by no one I craved the silence and solitude of death in the stars Instead I feel chained and bound to this wretched earth.