The Passing Of The Elder

In the woodland realm

By the silver creek,

Where once upon a time

The druid came to sing,

Men with axes in their hands

March to kill the trees:

Their bitter steel doth bite

Deep in ancient bark

And the sylvan blood

Unseen shall flow,

Unheard shall scream...

They robbed the magick

Off these lands...

They hunted down the elves

Who lived in these woods...

They raped all the Nymphs

Bathing in these screams...

Now a clearing yawns wide

Where secrets once where held:

A barren patch of earth

Sown grey with stony walls!

O! Woodland realm!

Thy beauty is defiled

Thy favors so arcane

Shall be seen no more...

They robbed the magick

Off these lands...

They hunted down the elves

Who lived in these woods...

They raped all the Nymphs

Bathing in these screams...

My father's father hath foretold

That one day this would come to pass:

When thunder is no more

A divine fire from above

That one day the Elder Gods

In the fires of mortals' logic

Shall at least be cast...