Two souls entwined, Like the branches of two old trees Near the bank of the river, that's where he was found Eyes looked up from the ground The woods hold so many tales, Half forgotten, half remained They tell their own version, Of what happened that day He saw her bathing, didn't mean to watch Her anger grew Devoured by his own hounds, They didn't know it was him The woods hold so many tales, Half forgotten, half remained They tell their own version, Of what happened that day, that day Instrumental break The woods hold so many tales, Half forgotten, half remained They tell their own version, Of what happened that day, that day