[00:27.151]Dawn licks the frost from weathered hands (calloused palms)
[00:33.719]Axeblade bites where the thaw began (crunch of the land)
[00:40.210]Resin stains map the morning’s weight
[00:45.893]Through scars that trees and time create
[00:53.071]The chainsaw hums its gasoline hymn (timber leans)
[00:59.562]A hundred rings scream where the shadows swim
[01:06.501]Feathers burst from broken nests
[01:11.838]We work the ground the sun forgets
[01:20.573]One more oak, one more winter (one more)
[01:27.631]Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
[01:33.945]One more cut, one more altar
[01:41.028]We kneel where the roots grow colder
[02:04.919]Boots chew mud where the ferns turn black (sawdust snow)
[02:11.294]Muscles knot ’neath the crow’s barkback (sweat salt glow)
[02:17.645]The widow-maker sways its lie
[02:23.368]We swing until the mountains cry
[02:30.710]The chainsaw hums its gasoline hymn (timber leans)
[02:37.207]A hundred rings scream where the shadows swim
[02:43.900]Feathers burst from broken nests
[02:49.465]We work the ground the sun forgets
[02:58.291]One more oak, one more winter (one more)
[03:05.221]Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
[03:11.578]One more cut, one more altar
[03:18.693]We kneel where the roots grow colder
[03:29.339]Breath hangs white where the stumps bleed dawn
[03:35.933]Echoes carry what the soil’s withdrawn
[03:43.696]One more oak, one more winter (one more)
[03:50.670]Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
[03:57.053]One more cut, one more altar
[04:04.101]We kneel where the roots grow colder
[04:15.638]My axe keeps asking...

Dawn licks the frost from weathered hands (calloused palms)
Axeblade bites where the thaw began (crunch of the land)
Resin stains map the morning’s weight
Through scars that trees and time create
The chainsaw hums its gasoline hymn (timber leans)
A hundred rings scream where the shadows swim
Feathers burst from broken nests
We work the ground the sun forgets
One more oak, one more winter (one more)
Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
One more cut, one more altar
We kneel where the roots grow colder
Boots chew mud where the ferns turn black (sawdust snow)
Muscles knot ’neath the crow’s barkback (sweat salt glow)
The widow-maker sways its lie
We swing until the mountains cry
The chainsaw hums its gasoline hymn (timber leans)
A hundred rings scream where the shadows swim
Feathers burst from broken nests
We work the ground the sun forgets
One more oak, one more winter (one more)
Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
One more cut, one more altar
We kneel where the roots grow colder
Breath hangs white where the stumps bleed dawn
Echoes carry what the soil’s withdrawn
One more oak, one more winter (one more)
Splinters write what the years can’t remember (carve the ledger)
One more cut, one more altar
We kneel where the roots grow colder
My axe keeps asking...