The Passing Of The Elder (Folkodia)

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...