The Sylvan Requiem

Another flies flew to my wood
 They are dinning, making me sick
 Unaware of their fate
 And so the nightmare begins
 The child sees me, I'm gleaming so bright
 His father holds him, his arms are no shield
 The boy's still raving, losing his mind
 Now, let the hunt begin...
 Expecting the shining, but seeing the night
 Running, but standing still
 Deluding your thoughts and enticing your mind
 I'm haunting your sweetest dreams
 I am the song of the ancient trees
 The angel with broken wings
 I am the silver river that flows
 The mist 'tween the willows so bleak
 When night overshadows the lustrous sky
 And sylvan kingdom awakes
 Behind the lake of erring souls
 Lost wanderers meet their fate
 Your throne still awaits
 In the place where life meets death
 The forest clearing where no one goes
 With nights as eternal as days
 I am the song of the ancient trees
 The angel with broken wings
 I am the silver river that flows
 The rustle of withering leaves
 My daughters are dancing here by the stream
 Their hands are stroking the grass
 Their eyes are the flickering stars
 And hair is the dust of the sky
 So as the boy joined the spirit's waltz
 And heard the funeral bells
 The sweetest temptation enchanted his thoughts
 He'll never be back again
 The father rides faster than the wind can blow
 Still chasing the hopeful light
 Arrives at the royal hall
 And sees his son is dead