About this song
On the prehistoric plane of Muraganda, there is no need for graves. The jungle's only god is a slow, shining wave that remembers everything it consumes. Listen to the hymn of a people who feed their fallen to the ooze, knowing one will become its face, and another its strength.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Before we raised the first stone, it was already old — a tide of green that swallowed what the jungle couldn't hold. The only god that answers, the only heaven proved, for everything it ever ate is somewhere in the ooze. [Pre-Chorus] So when our kings stop breathing, we do not dig them graves — we carry them out singing to the slow and shining wave. [Chorus] Feed the god your fallen, for the green remembers all — one shall be the face it wears, and one shall be its strength. We build our temples open wide along its ancient crawl, and the slow god passes through us with our history in its length. [Verse 2] We do not count in seasons, and we do not count in stars — we mark the turning eras by its furrow through the dark. And the mourners walk beside it just to search the shifting green for a father's face, a daughter's hands, still swimming in between. [Pre-Chorus] For nothing here is ever lost, and nothing dies alone — the jungle keeps a memory, and the memory has grown. [Chorus] Feed the god your fallen, for the green remembers all — one shall be the face it wears, and one shall be its strength. We build our temples open wide along its ancient crawl, and the slow god passes through us with our history in its length. [Bridge] We are the kings you carried. We are the beasts it caught. We are the roar of monsters and the murmur of the devout. Do not weep beside the water — we were never washed away. We are the shape it takes tomorrow; we're the strength it takes today. [Chorus] Feed the god your fallen, for the green remembers all — one shall be the face it wears, and one shall be its strength. We build our temples open wide along its ancient crawl, and the slow god passes through us with our history in its length. [Outro] The green remembers... the green remembers all.
