Moon, freed from dormancy, pierces her gaze through clouds that weep
Eluminate the tears of sky, allowing them to stand me by
Enchanting forest embracing me, as I walk into her soul
Drowning me in her extacy, bereaving me from the cold
The grieving prophecy in my mind, once the future now left behind
Kept me from the strenght inside, to free the power that she hides
The forest whispers secrets to me, that only I can hear
To draw the power forth from her, no longer need to fear
You lured me to your sanctum, bewitched me with your tale
Your secrets came divine to me, the forests breath inhaled
I lived my life, roots in her pool of wisdom
Sitting under trees, who told me of their lore
But then the anger came, engulved in poisoned rapture
The men brought with them flame, to burn her evermore
Flames blazed high in midnightsky and bereft me of my breath
Roaring on the sound of doom, leaving me for dead
My spirit soared above their words, as they screamed their pain
But nothing stopped the fire, so their screaming was in vain
My soul fell down on christian prey, a spectral ghost from hell
Looking into their fearing eyes, my words of gloom to tell
The pagan woods that now lay ashed, where my spirit found its peace
A monument of forgotten memories.
