I followed him into the trees

It's dark in here

It's hard to breathe

I watched him drop his marble tears as he stepped into the woods

My mind's scorched with rot of my own deeds for which he suffered wounds

His antlers branch high into the sky

And he cries his soul out of big brown eyes

And groans in agony

He is no longer the stag

Why don't you believe me?

I saw him and he was the stag!

Whatever happened to him?

Whatever happened to the stag?

Why don't you believe me?

I saw him and he was the stag!

Whatever happened to him?

Whatever happened to the stag?

The transformation tears apart his very nature

Darkness gapes in his empty eye sockets

Now watch him take his grotesque form

Keep silent, it's not the time to mourn

Now watch him take his grotesque form

Keep silent, it's not the time to mourn