Opera IX The Serpent's Nemeton Letras:
Far-away echos accompany the dim lights of torches
Old and mighty trees twine along the holy way of
an ancient procession Simple but obscure songs are
murmured in the deep arboreal temple Only two
mighty blades shine in the reflection of fire From
our directions come the old sages, each with his
number and each carrying his ancestor's treasures
Everything repeats as in an old prophecy marked by
a vision donated by the Spirit of Nature And
nothing is quiet in the dark heart of the forest
It's inhabitants voices The breed of the trees and
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the men's mantra are part of a unique great ritual
Nothing is quiet... nothing The four shining
serpents slowly draw near to form a circle
following the rhythm of Dark and deep rumbles like
the heartbeats of a huge dragon as he is drawing
near Everything wheels in an alchemist dance,
where the symbols will become laws preserved By a
family of sages, the men of the oaks Four serpents
united and became one circular serpents, just one
in the ancient nemeton Where each man was near his
stones and symbols Now, everything is silent in
the large forest And even the magical lights of
the flames seem to burn out in the silence In the
circle of men and stones, only the oldest one
begins to sing a new but terrible prophecy
Letras: The Serpent's Nemeton Opera IX [final]