Lyrics The Disenchanted Forest - Skyclad

The Disenchanted Forest

«My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest.
Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale.
Poured a toast;
Began to boast of who could sup the hardest.
Slumped in drunken slumber at the height of wild wassail…
I woke to find my brothers gone that Autumn eve so balmy.
Yet gazed in wide-eyed terror to the barley fields nearby.
Struck dumb I swore;
Stood before a mighty woad-daubed army.
Believed my wits deceived me 'til I heard their battle-cry.»
The Lord of The Trees:
«Smash the axe and sow the seed;
Don’t cause the Oaken Heart to bleed!»
The Farm Hand’s Ghost:
«When he that led this heathen horde cast-off his ivy mantle;
Cohorts raised honed halberds flying pennants of leaf-green.
From below approached the foe;
A fierce scythe-bearing hantle.
Captains sat triumphant upon coughing, steel machines.»
The Forces of Progress:
«Break the bough and strip all off it.
Fell this forest, make a profit!»
The Farm Hand’s Ghost:
«Opposing forces clashed beneath a red sky cracked by thunder.
Entrenched beneath the hedge-row I’d observed it quite unseen.
One side stood to save the wood: T’other planned it’s plunder,
I chose to fight for Nature’s right;
Grabbed a fallen skean.
All who would one flower destroy, must first cut down this Didycoy!
We fought until the last that day to gain a hard-won victory,
Sucked in by the thirsty earth — I watched my life-blood ebb.
Though I died at least I’d tried to play some part in history;
A momentary trembling on the threads of Wyrd’s web.»
The Lord of The Trees:
«Are there more so brave and honest;
Who would die to save my forest?»