This story was based from The Man Whom Trees Loved by Algernon Blackwood. The name of the band also originated from this story.
They never saw it coming, not that they weren’t cunning. The branches bent to obscure the sky and a stream will say anything to get you in. They felt conceit, on the brink on their feet, and then the ground gave and the ropes strained. They were fast made. They were taken by the old and in the dark and stale cold the heard a prayer so wild and deep. They felt conceit, they had fought so far and so deep, and when ground gave their minds changed. They were just bait. They knew the pain of the old and how they wouldn’t be the last to feel that cold or hear a prayer so wild and deep. They must survive. They won’t survive. They will come for everyone.