And then the forest calls,
It can be heard in the ancient songs
which delights the spirits that remember
It can be heard in the wanderer trees
who speak of a time
of divine dancings and floral rites,
of peaceful days and sun and rain;
of magic and love
It can be heard in the cry of nature
of peaceful days and sun and rain;
of magic and love
It can be heard in the cry of nature
and the river's lament
and the fury of the wind
and the green leaves dyed of dark red
for they have suffered the human wrath in their veins
Our path is settled
Let the spirits speak of truth and wisdom
and the fury of the wind
and the green leaves dyed of dark red
for they have suffered the human wrath in their veins
Our path is settled
Let the spirits speak of truth and wisdom
This is where we belong
To the times of the Ancient World