Vast Souls - The Felling of the Sacred Tree

Thou sleep in a tomb of ruin
thy bones exposed to the sun
beneath pillars of ash
dancing in the shadows,
erupting empyreal light.

They knew not the extent of thy power,
of the magic dormant within
thy corroded, pestilent heart.
Thou cursed the Earth that killed thee
with thy dying breath…

There was a forest of light
whose leaves glistened with gold
there once was hope
emanating from a pure soul
doomed to be corrupted,
as all pure things are…

Drown us all in hatred...

Their druidic chants could not retrieve
the stars you tore from the heavens…

Cloaked in the shadow of the glade
myriad roots converge to form bark
from beneath the soil…

Shelter…
erupting from a seed.
Shelter…
sacred and inviolate.

O dryad,
show them no mercy.
They defiled you, raped you,
claimed your children as theirs.
They killed your kin,
built towers from their bones!

A sacred tree
once buried
burst forth and spread
boughs across the skyline.

Before time,
before light
the sacred tree
now falling.

O sprites,
they call themselves oracles;
bearers of a bright future
at the cost of our world.

In their clairvoyance they succumbed
to the condescension in their hearts.
They speak only the language of deceit
to keep their black future!
They slit the throat of druids.
They cut the arteries of gods.

O Sol, Sylvan, Dryad…
Stay not your rage.
Stay not your hand.

Countless voices
petrified in wood.
ageless rage
from gentle souls.
The slumbering god
twisting in despair,
throwing cinders,
weeping molten light.

May they not predict your wrath!

The land you claimed;
Sacred water,
ageless boughs,
the vast sky,
now collapse upon you.

The anger in these roots
shall bind the hands of man
and the world will reclaim its silence...