Woodland Cathedral (Wolves in the Throne Room)

In the place of abundant life and constant song Through pores of trees spoke ancient time And how we can know this now These patterns tumble through our minds Refracting themselves through this warm prism And are found projected and manifested In this arching dome Here, we come to pray Thus I have heard, here the inner world rings In memory of what will be And on this night The veil is lifted from the face of a bright inner Sun