Dance the dance of Fairies
Through times of midnight ravens
When times grow old, the folklore varies
Dances slow into light havens.
Do you see the elven faces?
Hiding in trees, shrubs, and bushes.
Dreamy voices carry with alluring graces
Reflecting fire light, they dance to endless waltzes.
What do you say to the trees?
As they fall into the flooding waters
They courage into sorties
The small-peoples are warriors.
Even in this time anew
We find ourselves in disregard
Of these battles they fell into
Of the skin forever scarred
For our Earth, our lives, our land
Because of rings, both evil and grand.
Our creation, our fall
Our death, our doll.
All on a King's finger.
