Woods Of Ypres - Woods III: Deepest Roots and Darkest Blues

Artist: Woods Of Ypres
Release: Woods III: Deepest Roots and Darkest Blues


1. The Northern Cold

Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true

I’m at home in the north, when I’m alone in the northern cold
And I belong in the north, when I’m at home in the northern cold

If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you
The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude
Seldom seen, seldom spoken
My heart was my compass, and it was broken
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true

I’m at home in the north, when I’m alone in the northern cold
And I belong in the north, when I’m at home in the northern cold

If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known
The long ride on the road to nowhere
The cold walks in the woods alone
In my ocean, the water was frozen
And I could see my reflection, within the ice
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true

I’m at home in the north, when I’m alone in the northern cold
And I belong in the north, when I’m at home in the northern cold

Years later I am still obsessed (with the north)
Years later, still restless and depressed (from the northern cold)
Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows
Years later I’m alone, and I’m at home in the northern cold

My blues are so dark they are black
The roots are buried, so deep in the past
See my roots, for they are true
Feel my blues, for they are real

The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow
Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth

2. Iron Grudge

We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead
After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way

I can hold the iron grudge like a fist!
I can hold the iron grudge for as long as I live

Can you feel the hatred, from your fellow man?
Can you see his ignorance?
Unfortunately I can

There’s nothing more to say, there’s nothing to discuss
Enough words have already been heard, enough deeds been done
You are not a mystery to us, we know exactly who you are
And for as long as you might live, you are dead to us
We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead
After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way

I can hold the iron grudge like a fist!
I can hold the iron grudge for as long as I live

Can you feel the envy, from you fellow man?
Can you see his ignorance?
Unfortunately I can

There’s nothing more to say, there’s nothing to discuss
For I can see the fear in your eyes as you try to act tough
And as we rise up from the muck, we are filled with disgust (even more)
To realise that you ever thought you were in the same league as us
We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead
After having sacrificed yourselves by standing in our way

I can hold the iron grudge like a fist!
I can hold the iron grudge for as long as I live

I’m not your stepping-stone, I’m not your fucking crutch
And for as long as you might live, I can hold the iron grudge!

I can hold the iron grudge!
Long live the iron grudge!

So go ahead and waste your time, it will keep you further behind!
Suffer!

3. Your Ontario Town Is A Burial Ground

Ever since I was born in a northern town, I’ve been digging myself out
From a time when I hadn’t seen anything worth remembering

I would aspire to a better life
To feast my eyes and expand my mind I’d lie awake
I could not wait to leave this place behind

Your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
Your Ontario town is just a burial ground

Inspired by hopelessness from where my discontent once began
I miss the nature and the wilderness, but not the people there

As old stores will close their doors, other ones may change their names
But old friends still live their lives where I would have died of shame

Your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
Your Ontario town is just a burial ground

You say that you grew up
You say that you tried
I think you took the easy way out
I say you gave up
I say you died

You’ll say that you’re content
You’ll say there’s no regrets
But I think you took the easy way out
For if you’re not dreaming anymore
You’re already dead

What a shame for those who chose to be wasted in the north
What a shame to know nothing more than the town where you were born

Your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
Your Ontario town is just a burial ground

Kick over the stone that bares your name
I spit on the snow that covers your grave

4. Through Chaos And Solitude I Came

Ripping down the valley of asphalt
Through a brainstorm of snow and ice
Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride
Highways 17 and 69

I understand the relation of black metal and modern life
How a cold winter scene can inspire distortion and screams

I am equal parts blood and ice
I am just as much man as tree
Through chaos and solitude I came to become this black metal being

Each day I could see the changes
Each day I became more extreme
I understood how the sight of nature
Could inspire the sound of machines
I am equal parts blood and ice
I am just as much man as tree
Through chaos and solitude I came to become this black metal being

I’ve travelled over dynamic earth at night
On highways 17 and 69
For the beauty of nature can lift my spirits
Even in the dead of winter

Modern life can drive us to scream for the trees
For those of us who can’t find peace, at least we can have a release

I understand the translation
Universal in human behaviour
A common expression and interpretation of black metal and modern life

Focused and strong
Without distraction, I look within
No one to talk me out of what I believe
Without reaction, I proceed

I was on my own and alone to decide
Black metal was all that mattered at the time
I found faith inspired by nature
And I was defined
I am equal parts blood and ice
I am just as much man as tree
Through chaos and solitude I came
To become this black metal being

On this northern highway, under the starry sky
Mine was a cold, nocturnal, winter ride

And in the distance, a stranger flashed his lights…

5. Years Of Silence (And The Private Joke)

We stood in the sand, we stared at the stars
What good is any of it now?
These were the moments in our lives
That invoked years of silence
And after all that we had done
We had become the private joke

We knew the risks and we were willing to take them
And so we went through with it, and it would forever change us
We were those who felt they were desperate to live
We were those who’d let their hearts, beat themselves to death

We stood in the sand, we stared at the stars
What good is any of it now?
These were the moments in our lives
That invoked years of silence
And after all that we had done
We had become the private joke

We couldn’t go back to the way it was before
We would go our separate ways and never tell anyone
But what good are memories with no one to stand beside you?
What good are memories if those you made them with despise you?

We stood in the sand, we stared at the stars
What good is any of it now?
These were the moments in our lives
That invoked years of silence
And after all that we had done
We had become the private joke

6. Distractions Of Living Alone

When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it
No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it

I haven’t spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall
I haven’t spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all

And so, as I go, I’ll leave my body for you
And so, as I go, don’t feel sorry for me
For life is the sacrifice before you die
And so as I go, I’ll leave my body for you to see

A bed all alone in the bedroom
A vacant space where a table should be
Some posters on the walls
The bathroom mirror covered in spit

I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live
And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life

All this time on my hands
And I have no where to go
Haunted by the distractions of living alone

I hope you’d be the first one to find me
After I’d concluded the past behind me
So hold your hands over your mouth
And run to tell the others…

7. Deepest Roots: Belief That All Is Lost

Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you?
If you murdered your dreams and we buried you
The thought that was the bitter seed, the subterranean trajectory
That was thrust deep within the earth and grew into a twisted tree

The origins of modern sadness to obsess over life and death
While life is short and growth is slow, patience is the task at hand
While the wait for happiness can be agony
An eternity in death can be much more easily achieved

It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done

How sad life can be when those who once wanted, don’t want anymore
And when those who already have it, can’t see it for what it’s worth
The frustration that as soon as you think that it is all just meaningless
You are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the end…

8. Darkest Blues: Relief That Nothing Can Be Done

Shallow within the earth, buried deep beneath the snow
You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old
We would act upon our guilt, a northern burial was your wish
We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death

It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done

Forever frozen, never to decompose, your body would be preserved
While we all live, and struggle on, and inherit, the life that you deserved
Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained
While there would be no relief for us, and we’d look worse everyday
It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done

In our minds and in our hearts, in frames, your image will hang
On the walls of grieving homes and other places you would never go again

Imagine the things they would say about you, as if they really knew
How your death was premature, but your life was overdue

You have already spent your better years taking your time for granted
It will be yours in the end, but at what price
To have wasted your entire life
Wishing it all away…
Death is a tease!

To venture into the thought of despair and pull yourself back together again
Knowing you had once stood on the edge and almost dove in
Everything had driven me there, another lesson best learned young
When you want it you can’t have it, when you don’t want it, it’s done

For all our guilt, for all our lies, for all we care, we’d gather together to say goodbye
As if the dead can’t see the living, they would volunteer to twist the truth
For the comfort of each other and say ”he was a good friend of mine.”
Make the choice, to stay alive, existence is your only hope to fight!
Not for the love of life or the fear of death
But to save the lies from the breath of the ones around you, who would speak and cry
And the ones around you who would fake and lie
Who would say that they knew you and that you would be missed
As a storm of admiration buries you again

9. Thrill Of The Struggle

The fire still burns, when you were gone
Life in the north goes on without you
My fire will burn, with you or not
My passion will overcome

Year’s end, coming home, and what do you have to show for yourself?
I amount to nothing more than what they understand
Feel the sense of confusion, for your wins you cannot explain
See the lack of comprehension, over the ground you worked so hard to gain

The fire still burns when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
The fire still burns when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

I fight the fight I can never win, but I fight the fight for the fight itself
And so I am rich with failure
Brutal north, bring me down again
I guess these are the risks you take when you’ve been gone for so many years
Would they even look up from their tables, if suddenly you appeared?

The fire still burns when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
The fire still burns when you were gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows

Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down

I stood at the foot of the mill again, like a metaphor of northern time
I watched them burn off the excess, flames to the sky

Your fire still burns when you are gone
My fire will burn, with you or not
Your fire still burns when you are gone
My fire will burn, with you or not

So many small losses, for one giant gain
Land-marked with quiet victories spent alone along the way
Now I wander the streets as out of place as the day I left
No better off, nothing has changed
These are the risks we take, I guess?

Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down again
Brutal north, bring me down
Brutal north, bring me down again

10. December In Windsor

Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time
And I would kill to know what it’s like to feel tonight
With each cold sip of life which helps to numb the pain
Each touch of the glass to my lips helps ease the strain

It’s been so long, it’s been so much
Though I would shudder at your sight
I would still shatter at your touch

For I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs
Hiding my face in the basement as if anyone cares
That oh I’m out tonight, I’m out to try to live tonight
For tomorrow it may seem as though I never did
It’s been so long, it’s been so much
Though I would shudder at your sight
I would still shatter at your touch

I remember December in Windsor, 2002
I remember feeling much older than twenty-two

The season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons
This was my old haunt, and it haunted me still

11. Trillium: The Third Of Three Winters 2004-2007

[Instrumental]

12. Song Of Redemption

I am not that good anymore, and maybe I never was
But I’ll play my heart out for you, one more time
For in my old age, all I can do is play for you songs from my youth

So let me share my gift with you once more
Just like we had in the past, so many times before, before, before, before!

My hands may shake, my muscles are weak
I’m not strong as I used to be
But still I will play for you, and leave you with a song
For when you have music you’re never alone

Let me share my gift with you once more
Just like we had in the past, so many times before
The song of redemption is all that I am
For in the end, the music is all that I have

And though it feels incomplete, the deadline has come for me
I must present to you my ‘masterpiece’
For time is short in my condition
The song of redemption will be the final composition from this tired musician…

Please give me your attention, and I will remedy this silent tension
And I hope that you will remember
I hope the memories will leave a lasting impression of me when I’m gone
Gone, after I am gone

I don’t need to concentrate, I can close my eyes
And though you’ll hear this song but once
I’ve rehearsed it, a thousand times

But what will you say, after I’m done?
After I’ve attempted to play the song of redemption
And what will you say, after I’m gone?
After I’ve attempted to play the song of redemption…
The song of redemption…
The song of redemption!
The song of redemption!

13. End Of Tradition

It’s never too late to admit that you were wrong
When the journey has made you wise enough
To know the time has come to end the tradition

We came this far to admit that we were wrong
And the time we wasted has made us who we are

Though the recovery has just begun, it will one day be complete
For we are forever in transition, blazing paths of radical change

With our interest in good intentions, satisfied
We leave with peace even though we failed, knowing at least we tried

Lessons learned, perspective earned, clear sight on the highway drive at night
A bigger picture is on the horizon, and the view is easy on the eyes

It was what it was but it will be no more
From now on we are only going forward (without you)
For no more will we invest our time
Repairing unions or rekindling old fires

The highway was once the only thing between us, but it is all that connects us now
Sever all ties, cut your losses and run!
One thing we have learned from the cycle of repetition
Patterns of negative thought always bring you back to the same old places

No more will we waste our time with those who have lost touch
No more will we reach out to them, or let them come to us
Let the void of your presence be the voice that speaks in your turn
Let the ashes of the past be sifted by those who let it burn

No more will we gather on occasion in the same place
No more will we continue to recognise a common faith
No more will we travel long distances to maintain our bond
No more will we unite as one, this is the end of tradition

At the opposite ends of a void, the highways divide us forevermore!

14. To Lock Eyes With A Wild Beast

For those who think they are brave
Because they’ve never been afraid
Who judge those enduring consequences
When they have always been saved

To all those ignorant fucks who’ve always suckled from the teat:
I hope, one day, you’ll meet your fate
Locking eyes with the wild beast

For those who think they have all the answers
Though they’ve never been tested
Who are defiant to the rules of the world
Though they’ve never had to face it themselves
To all those ignorant fucks who’ve always suckled from the teat
I hope, one day, you’ll meet your fate
Locking eyes with the wild beast

Not to be taken by your fellow man, not to be taken by your own hand
Not having succumbed to disease, but having faced the wild beast

For after only one glance of the beast, in the blink of an eye
The young dawn that was your life has suddenly turned into midnight

As if it fell from the sky, your jaw drops in awe
Piss your self in fear. No clever language will save you here

As you slowly quicken the pace, as you try to slip away
Just as you think you will be okay
You realise you’ve become the chase…
Run!

Let her take you down, let her take you in her mouth
The moonlight reflecting in her eyes
The moonlight is shining off her cold, sharp claws

Let her tear you limb from limb, let nature take its course
Let her kill and devour, kill and devour and kill some more

Memories are flashing before your eyes of old friends and dead relatives
With hallucinations induced from being eaten alive

Where no one could hear you scream, where no one could see you cry
An unlikely fate in present day, man and beast, face to face

You went looking for thrills and adventure, they came looking for you as well
You wanted nature? Nature wanted you as well

At the scene of the mauling, black cloth and blood in the snow
Surrounded by a crowd of trees you will be but cold bones in the spring

15. Mistakes Artists Make (The Dream Is Dead)

Rejection from ourselves, will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet
The sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we’ll find ourselves instead

Suffering the pains taken, dwelling in the pain of creation
For the artist’s mistakes, stare him in the face for years after they are made

To love music more than life itself, is such a waste, of life, and love, and hell
Modern desires to create euphoric misery we make for ourselves

For modern music is self-indulgent, we have always done it for ourselves
For it is not a matter of life and death, but life only and itself

To live is to light a torch and carry it as far as you can go
Before the winds blow so hard, the flame goes out
As you fall crashing down to the snow
Knowing at least that when you fail
Someone could relight that torch
And carry it the rest of the way, someday
In honour of you and who you were to them

It’s never too late to admit you were wrong
It’s never too late to admit what you need
Beautiful to have come, beautiful to see, but also beautiful to leave

To anyone who ever said ”you’ll never work in this town again!”
There is nothing more you can take from us now
This is the end, ‘my friend’

The dream is dead! (The dream is dead!)
The scene is dead! (The scene is dead!)
The dream is dead! (Long live the dream!)
The dream is dead!