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.