Dyssidia - The Gutted Stag lyrics

The Gutted Stag still walks, he has lost all he had inside Staggering through the forest, his gallant nature hard to hide What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness? Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure within Don't put that poor beast on a pedestal, he may stumble It’s such a long and lonely fall from a place that high Each thoughtful traverse is a step more further from thе life it couldn't live Every еndeavour panic and purpose in hostile flight Prolonging images showing through mirrors on the tension of the water's surface What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness? Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death