Rooted Shadows

A chill in the air
 Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds
 When the voices of violoins carry the entranced
 wanderers in a ring of firelight
 Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by
 The scent of exotic incenses and spices
 A nomad ritual of mourning for dryads and their sylvan kind
 Torn from the earth by the fouls
 ...and as the roaring fire melts away the sadness
 The cards of fate are cast to the west
 In a last hope for these green lives
 Torn from the earth by the fouls
 A curse upon the emperors and their mighty delusions
 May the polluted wind rightfully melt the wheels of gold;
 infect once and for all their corrupted shells
 ...and let them choke
 These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry
 For the pain, for the suffering
 Cause by clone-minded leprechauns
 Purse-driven greedy assassins
 These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time
 For the pain, for the suffering
 A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles
 ...but now comes the Djinn, make a wish...
 The sour taste of blackened horizons
 Compel free spirits to achieve mutations
 In the name of the Rooted Ones, united in silence
 Let ancient ways of respect restore the rightful balance
 Transmute these ashes into fabulous landscape
 Water to wine is nothing... creators
 These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry
 For the pain, for the suffering
 Cause by clone-minded leprechauns
 Purse-driven greedy assassins
 These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time
 For the pain, for the suffering
 A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles