| Cursed with eternal life
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| We breed life among the oaks
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| Guardians of both old and new
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| Silently we lurk
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| Yet another realm is gone
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| We disappear like shadows
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| And with us the ancestral life
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| Of our home the Forest
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| In waves of destruction
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| They pollute the Earth
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| Coming from beyond the Mountain
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| Headed to our sacred meadow
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| Steaming engines, heavy smoke
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| Earthquakes and water floods
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| And still they ask the reason why
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| Nature repels them
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| Is this a clash of Gods?
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| Or it’s just insanity?
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| It’s the hand that tears the veil
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| The hand of humanity
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| Steam over the mountain
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| As foreseen the end is coming
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| Vicious vapors under the oak shades
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| Still we fight for life
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| No sympathy nor empathy
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| With the entities of the Forest
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| The Lords of Steam reveal their dream:
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| A land made of Steel
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| So nature finally awakes
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| And reveals herself in glory
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| A barefoot dancer of the Forest
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| Dreadful and naked
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| Is this a clash of Gods?
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| Or it’s just insanity?
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| It’s the hand that tears the veil
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| The hand of humanity
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| Steam over the mountain
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| As foreseen the end is coming
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| Vicious vapors under the oak shades
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| Still we fight for life
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| «You have released your demons shaping a new world
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| Are thou alchemists or fools?
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| Yet I do not know
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| Curse you all for what have you done the Earth shall devour you»
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| And as she speaks the soil divides swallowing their monstrosity |