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Trees of living charcoal

Bark as black as night

Death incarnate watching me

Reaching for the light

Withered, blackened hands

Grasping for those who wander

Tattered trail ahead

Is torn asunder

Those who dream will often walk in Zastrow

Dreams that will be lost come the light of the morrow

Encased, preserved in time

Ye Pompeii of the mountains

My heart lies in Zastrow

Forgotten

Alive, breathing, feeling

Reaching, grasping, sighing

All-seeing; despite living -

Dying

They never ever stay

They always turn away

Then look back, ever yearning

A longing that I know

Enslaved by raw desire

Pure lust rising, higher

Reaching, grasping, crying

A longing that I know

Those who dream will often roam in Zastrow

Land of sweet serenity and sorrow

Encased, preserved in time

For those who wander

My heart lies in Zastrow

Forgotten

Alive, breathing, feeling

Reaching, grasping, sighing

All-seeing; despite living -

Dying