From the recording Forward Through Forests

Lyrics

I've witnessed the strange, decaying remains -
a season's growth withered and rotten.
The long Autumn days came and stayed,
with fear that could not be forgotten.
The Reaper - he came:
put scythe unto grain every centenary birth.
The Hundredth lay slain, as fungus would claim and
uproot the bark from the Earth.

Brace the gate when he's on his way,
steady the root in the soil.
How he strives to steal and kill,
and how we stand to foil.

Your shadows and saws can't cut here no more.
Take one of my children, I'll break down your door -
send you back trembling when you come to call.
No bough broken, no cradle to fall.

Through years men will say:
"The Hundredth remains,
though how that became no one knows.
For all of our strength, we fell in dismay
to watch as he reaped what we sowed."