Thornes & Brambles Songtext
von Abney Park

Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopies

Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows through our lands)
All the cities toils, defeats our forest lore
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)

Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Remembrance of ancestral sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age


We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We′ve seen your kind before

Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving through our canopies

Through the quiet, cutting through the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows through our lands)
Ghostly silent, all the trees are long since gone
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)

Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Remembrance of ancestral sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age


We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We've seen your kind before