
Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Song language: English
Into the Woods |
Redthorn, where the sylph had been seen |
Slender humanoid beings |
They come to harvest human essence |
The nectar their gods crave |
In belief that one day they will be powerful enough to make this realm their |
slave |
A platoon was sent to investigate the rumours |
Oisin was one, a day dreamer, a believer in the unknown |
His chance to witness magic was now |
Moving through the trees and into the woods |
A voice echoed |
A peaceful symphony of feminine beauty only he could hear |
The others mocked him and they soon disappeared |
Visions of faces merged through the bark, a face in the oak |
Paralyzed by its beauty |
A portal opened and long legs stood through it |
Head to toe in golden garb |
A most elegant figure belonged to these creatures |
The soldiers stand in disbelief of what they are seeing |
Face to face with her |
The one from the oak |
Nothing could ever even come close to the beauty, oh no |
Not human but something more perfect |
Staring into each other eyes |
I never felt alive until her lips met mine |
Into the woods |
That is where I left my heart |
Will I ever see it again? |
A face in the oak took my youth to feed their drooling gods |
Sprinting through the forest holding her hand |
The troops shouted «Traitor!» |
Claiming him a dead man |
Manoeuvring through branch and vine |
A hand of mail reached for Oisin |
«You're mine» |
Light emitted from the trees |
A bright circle engulfed them enabling their leave |
All had turned to white; |
this is the land of eternal life |
Eternal light |
Not the place of fable |
Where human souls were trapped and used to feed their gods |
But rather a city of miracles |
Where water pumped through its veins at the pace of the seas |
Days merged into years |
Every night she whispered plans of uniting both races |
Everything was perfect |
But homesickness struck his family missed |
With permission to leave he set off on a horse |
But do not let your feet touch the soil of your land if you do |
«You shall never return, you’ll never come back, you’ll wallow in regret» |
He agreed the conditions will be met Gallop my steed |
With wind beneath my feet |
Give me god speed |
Through the light once more, to place less familiar |
Barren. |
Cold. |
Alone |
The walls of his town reduced to rubble |
Two men were working to repair the destruction |
Oisin offered to help |
Tying brick to move up hill |
When tying the rope his horse |
Made a jump causing Oisin to fall |
The air left is lungs and the youth from his form |
Crawling in this frail shape to a puddle |
He sees his reflection confirming his worries |
Into the woods |
That is where I left my heart |
Will I ever see it again? |
A face in the oak took my youth to feed their drooling gods |
Now my flesh rendered to bone |
Cold. |
Abandoned. |
Alone |
«I'll never forgive myself» |
A fool to be used |
A fool to be used for your gods |
«I've been tricked by love |
How many centuries have passed since I’ve gone?» |