Two souls entwined, like the branches of two old trees
Near the bank of the river, that's where he was found
Eyes looked up from the ground

The woods hold so many tales
Half forgotten, half remained

He saw her bathing, didn't mean to watch
Her anger grew
Devoured by his own hounds
They didn't know it was him

The woods hold so many tales
Half forgotten, half remained
They tell their own version
Of what happened that day
That day

The woods hold so many tales
Half forgotten, half remained
They tell their own version
Of what happened that day
That day 

That day