Forest Almost Burning Lyrics

See him trample on the dead leaves
With the forest almost burning;
Making patterns with his footprints,
Breaking silence with his dreams.

Watch him shaping life from wet clay
With the forest brightly burning;
Making patterns with his fingers,
Taking symbols from his dream.

When all language seems quite useless
With the forest burnt to the ground,
And the apple of corruption
Breaks the silence of his dream...