The trees are losing their hearts They shed their leaves into our hands As if they were their children -- dead! -- And we accept this gift...
'Cause the trees are living gods And the Sun is the gods' gods Ans we ware the falling leaves Of a sick and dying tree...
Warning has imbued the woods And the rain roars The soil becomes dirt Emptiness walks through...
The trees are dying but standing With their bodies sinking slowly Staring at me with their eye-holes Their darkness Their sadness Their woe...
It's Autumn The Druid Autumn
Sleep, the child of Morning Dew The Princess of the Woods I don't believe you've passed away -- no! -- You're just sleeping -- not for good.
...And the Sun has closed its shining eyes The emptiness's started to sever All around has petrified And I've lost your heart -- forever!
I woke up in a snow desert Which used to be titanic woods That's the outcome of the battle That's the outcome of the battle That's the outcome of the battle That's the fall The last fall The druid fall.