They were the darkest woods ever At least that I had ever seen Trees with leaves almost of leather Animals, that struck me as too lean. So I quickened up my rigid stride While my eyes scanned for some light If I had a horse, full speed I'd ride If my lungs were not so tight. I never should have dared to trespass God damn shortcuts are always wrong Where is my boyscout with his compass? Why is this taking so awfully long!? Wait... Is that a light I see up ahead? No... Just the moon climbing higher instead.