Scene 1 Dear father. O father, take us to ye lands shore My brothers, dear father, they cannot wait no more Through winters dark cover, we bade it take its course 'til summers gold sunset, stole winters icy voice
Sweet children, of patience thee hath spoke I adorst thy tireless hears of hope Come mother, prepare now head my call For tomorrow, through ye forest we shall go
Scene 2 Ye forest sepulchral and cold Ye sunlight is bared from our souls O, father protect us guard us well As danger treads softly 'round us all
Therewith, I'll guide thee to thine homes Thus silence defiant of natures chords Pry' thee children thy silken words will cloak Our passage through evils very jaws
Scene 3 From shadows fall nightmares bred in hell Their father is slaughtered by dark hordes Ye children stand helpless by his corpse They're shackled but one child doth escape
Scene 4 Running 'neath ancient limbs he flees Ye wooden webs that bearest leaves Dark shadows ignore his desperate pleas The village and safety he doth reach
Scene 5 Look it's John's young child From ye forest thou burst in haste exiled Thy pallor of sickness speaks of death What terror hath cast thee out like this
Mine pallor begot by evil spawn Mine brothers enslaved by ye dark hordes Thence father lies slaughtered in ye forest Thy children they'll take as slaves thereon
Scene 6 O brave men of thine meek village Thy homes endangered by this menace Thou must summon thine every inch of courage 'tis thy valour we ride upon to battle
Scene 7 With passion and weapons they are gathered Ye women and children wade in panic Ye oceans tide wilst be remorse As waves they roll in from ye forest
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Scene 8 Ye fathers so valiantly fought Ye women they wept in woeful torrents All butchered by swiftly falling swords Their bodies which broken life didst course
Scene 9 Ruins of love the flesh did borne Flames rising higher, ye village destroyed
Scene 10 Running through world again defying His village the child doth leave behind him Its cinders they light the blackened sky As soldiers pursue the frightened child Yielding not to their savage breath No slave ship will he ride to his death Ay shadows where graves are borne didst lurch Withal be sure thy slave to fear itself