From Willows - The Collector Lyrics

Deeper, even deeper
Where the forest is thickest
Deeper, even deeper
Where the forest is thickest
Deeper, even deeper
Where the forest is thickest
Into the forest

Deeper, even deeper
Where the forest is thickest
Where they rays of the sun
Seldom meet the soil
Where the cries of the earth
Cannot be heard

The hermit built his sanctuary
From the bones of the beasts
That used to roam the trees
From the leaves of the underbrush
That used to cover the ground
That's left to rot

You don't want to share
Withholding for your own gain
You're inflicting pain
Inaction your favoured game

I hope you choke on the potions you're hiding away
I am disgusted by the way you conduct yourself
Give 'em up, away with the secrets you hold
Tear them down, the walls, the walls you have raised