The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - A Thousand Fists

In dreams I sought
to breach the other side
Now what I've wrought
in her I won't confide

I found a nameless tome
I brought it home
But then she found
and burned it in the ground.

She buried it in the ground.

I hear his call
I can't escape that thrall
A thousand fists
are stretching through the mists
They walk the wind
They're in the ocean depths
In space... no sound
They're moving in the ground.

They're burrowing in the ground.

Watch the sea
watch for me
Witness high velocity
Watch the waves
watch the caves
Watch the freshly covered graves.

Their bodies move in the ground