Venture into the dark, dark land.
Canopied in trees,
Not a hand could guide you, not a hand.

The adventure is grand,
The trees never feel a breeze
Venture into the dark, dark, land.

The cold winds leave a brand
Then a freeze
Not a hand could guide you, not a hand.

Against the sky, you stand
Fighting the unease
Venture into the dark, dark, land.

This is not going as planned,
And you remember with ease,
Not a hand could guide you, not a hand.

You know it is banned,
But it pushes you to the trees
Venture into the dark, dark land.
Not a hand could guide you, not a hand.