I Am The Wooden Doors Lyrics - The Mantle - 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