A Prophet In The Forest

[Epistle One - The Fall Of Man]

Like gold fall the leaves in the wind

Long years numberless,

As the wings of the trees

The long years have passed

Into the west, beneath the blue vaults

Wherein the stars tremble in the song of the wind

[Epistle Two - Through Years Of Longing]

From the Forests

And the green mountains far to the east

To the hills of Franconia dreaming in peace

See the fields full with grain

Shining like gold in the sun

Oh land of once and forevermore

As the Danube rolls slowly

To the seas of the east

Tall keeps of Bohemia

Are guarding the Reich

Land of proud halls,

Where legends resound in the night

Oh land of my youth and old age

Through years of longing we march

From here to the end of the world

I lead my folk to the gate

Where the past and today become one

Through years of longing we march

As seasons pass us by

Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside

Standing stones guard the tombs of our fathers long gone

Under the oaks, proud like titans defying the sun

Telling the tales of the days when our folk was still young

And took this land as ours

I remember the time, I remember the place

I remember the woods, where I first saw her face

Now the winds from the east strike fear in our hearts

Lost are the days of our youth as we part

Oh Upper Palatinate, where have you gone?

Once proud were your ways

Now all barren hills are covered in shade

Your past but a dream, no stars light us home

Through years of longing we march

From here to the end of the world

I lead my folk to the gate

Where the past and today become one

Through years of longing we march. As seasons pass us by

Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside

[Epistle Three - Woodwards]

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