Trows Kind

Concealed from the view
 Hidden from the knowledge of Men
 A little kind through trees it lives
 Nymphs of dark and lust
 "Fairy of bad fate!"
 Somebody tells he has seen
 Some of the little ones
 Some even that have talked with them
 So nice and handsome
 "Please, don't be such a fool!
 Tell everyone that the witches come tonight"
 Desire grows, denial howls
 Your will has gone
 "Divine the wicked multitude
 Worship your servitude"
 Enthroned and ringed with gold
 Of the mighty old oak
 I'm on the lightness side
 Daughters and sons
 There are times to carry on,
 All my life for you
 Keep on singing my tale
 Deny the Trows kind
 Don't you dare to stay behind?
 Through years and centuries,
 Through myth and poetry
 Our race's slowly dying
 In the heart of mankind
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 Deep in the woods
 They're dressed with the fruits of earth
 Arcane adorers of the roots
 Dance Henking tonight
 "Fairy of bad fate!"
 Vanishing through branches
 Followeed by the Redcaps
 They're greddy for silver and gold
 So nice and handsome
 "Please, don't be such a fool!
 Tell everyone that the witches come tonight"
 Desire grows, denial howls
 Your will has gone
 "Divine the wicked multitude
 Worship your servitude"
 Enthroned and ringed with gold
 Of the mighty old oak
 I'm on the lightness side
 Daughters and sons
 There are times to carry on,
 All my life for you
 Keep on singing my tale
 Deny the Trows kind
 Don't you dare to stay behind?
 Through years and centuries,
 Through myth and poetry
 Our race's slowly dying
 In the heart of mankind
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 Trapped in a web of branches and leaves dead
 You hear voices reciting a prayer...
 Come nearer and see!
 "Hare hare good sent the care
 I am in a haire likeness, just see me there
 But I shall be in a woman's likeness soon"
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 Daughters and sons
 There are times to carry on,
 All my life for you
 Keep on singing my...
 Daughters and sons
 There are times to carry on,
 All my life for you
 Keep on singing my tale
 Deny the Trows kind
 Don't you dare to stay behind?
 Through years and centuries,
 Through myth and poetry
 Our race's slowly dying
 In the heart of mankind
 Of mankind