I Am The Wooden Doors — Agalloch

When all is withered and torn And all has perished and fallen These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . . When the heart is a grave filled with blood And the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope When the voice of pride has been silenced And dignity's fires are but cinders . . .their grandeur shall remain untainted

It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song I wish to die with my will and spirit intact The will that inspired me to write these words Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors