Idols of the Yore

Standing tall in the heart of forest
Are the idols of the yore
Kissed by cold winds wrinkled faces
Wooden eyes that see the past
Once almighty now forgotten
Covered by the fallen leaves
Always waiting for tomorrow
But forever in the past

Simulacrum of the ancient gods
That once ruled this world, now torn apart

Born in fire, born for burning
But cold ice is in their eyes
In the forests silence waiting
For the human sacrifice
Standing tall in the heart of forest
Are the idols of the yore
Kissed by cold winds wrinkled faces
Wooden eyes that see the past
Once almighty now forgotten
Covered by the fallen leaves
Always waiting for tomorrow
But forever in the past

Simulacrum of the ancient gods
That once ruled this world, now torn apart

Born in fire, born for burning
But cold ice is in their eyes
In the forests silence waiting
For the human sacrifice
Dead but breathing, life denial
Is the aim of Idols lives
Cold as ice and hot as fire
No one hears their silent cries

Hear them now? Words of silence
Carry mind away in astral dimensions