I saw them through the pines In procession through the woods They only walk on moss Their auras' made of moths They want to hold your hand They want to reach inside So deep inside deep inside I saw them through the pines I saw them through the pines Clouds have blocked the sun Birds and beast draw back Deep into the woods Their workings of their will has commenced They want to hold your hand They want to creep inside So deep inside Deep deep deep inside I saw them through the pines I saw them through the pines