"Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong" set to the tune of "We Three Kings"
Land of life and land of time
Land of beauteous power sublime
Still and yet whirring, snarling yet purring
Speaking in silent mime
Born afflicted by a blight
Born into unnatural light
Perfect potential, quintessential
Spirit of the forest night
First her sight will capture the view
Color and shade and shadow and hue
Shifting and blurring, waking and stirring
Soon she will see what's true
Born afflicted by a blight
Born into unnatural light
Perfect potential, quintessential
Spirit of the forest night
Listening keen, she captures the sound
Murmurs and whispers deep and profound
Echoing onward, burrowing earthward
Shuddering through the ground
Born afflicted by a blight
Born into unnatural light
Perfect potential, quintessential
Spirit of the forest night
Drinking deep, she captures the taste
Waking a thirst that can't be erased
Spurring and urging, melding and merging
Woven and interlaced
Born afflicted by a blight
Born into unnatural light
Perfect potential, quintessential
Spirit of the forest night
Fully transformed, she lives unafraid
Receiving her soul, she's starting to fade
Finding her faith, becoming a wraith
A shadow among the shade