| (6.) A Wiccan tale - My earth |
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| On a cold Decembermorning With a wind that'd chill your bones The woods have changed to an eerie place There a figure slowly moves There's a smile on his face His dead heart beats with an uneasy pace All life around is wildly stirred Their Lord has returned home With the Moon every night Shining on the hills so bright Forests under cover of stars The place where his soul tars But this is his story to tell So listen now... "I died by the hands of those damned by me And I woke up in the dark embrace of cold earth Suddenly I realised; the world was breathing with me What a fortune my second death brought! Let me stay awake for yet another life And bring me the song the nightingale sings Forget not the Sun who ever brings new dawns And pray for my earth; it's yours too Its pain is my pain And its life is my life We become one When I'm alone, I play my saddest song How could it all have come to this? Tired of judging I lay my head down If this is a dream, then let me wake up Once the Rainsong of the Dawndancer sounds That's the time to forgive each other Who won't say that it happens now? All my hope now is through Leave your worries behind; Ultimate freedom for body & mind Just carry on Give a kind thought for the little ones for whom the world has just begun I feel everything now; it's all so clear The birds, the waters and the air is one with me There are no more secrets this earth holds This is my kingdom and I am its God So let me stay awake for another life And bring me the song the nightingale sings Forget not the Sun who ever brings new dawns And pray for the Stars; I'll move to them anon! It's all up to me now And I'll take the task The rest will follow When I'm alone, I play my saddest song How could it all have come to this? Tired of judging I lay my head down If this is my life, then let me die in peace Once the Rainsong of the Dawndancer sounds That's the time to forgive each other Who won't say that it happens now? All my hope now is through" The rest is mystery What's to come even he can't see But the darkness isn't over yet Arda's destiny is already set Unknowingly he is the key Where ends the story..? Ever anon the cold wind blows But it takes neither leaf nor sorrow It only brings sad memories Of Arda's ages long past But still the figure moves Out of sight, ne'er of thought Where-to will his feet take him, On this cold Decembermorning? |