[Instrumental Intro] The fallen leaves tell a story when grounds beneath scatter with bones of the lost the stones know, their surface has been combed shaped by roughness, defined gross. [verse 1] I scourge the lands cratered by unknown signs searching for remnants beleaguered by the fall the panes of my eye betook, the cover of blinds too scared to stand on the thick of it all. [hook] The revenants return, the revenants return with promising clarity of fallen starseeds, the dead longs to avenge what stayed unturned the sanguine frailty of brazen misdeeds The revenants return, the revenants return with promising clarity of fallen starseeds, the dead longs to avenge what stayed unturned the sanguine frailty of brazen misdeeds [bridge] We strike at the heart of a healing Earth man out resources, till the grounds become. we reap the seeds of our own droppings quaked by the shattering of what we've become. [outro] The revenants return, the revenants return with promising clarity of fallen starseeds, the dead longs to avenge what stayed unturned the sanguine frailty of brazen misdeeds The revenants return, the revenants return with promising clarity of fallen starseeds, death by now an old companion pressing on the trail with certainty too eager to follow the leads...