Abandoned by the ones they call kin, traitors Overreaching hand slashed down in the light When the whispering ones fail at producing a sound Vile poison will then fill our souls And as the axe swung, with every focused blow The strength of all those who had fallen was lost Slashing and burning, reaping and sowing  The leaves will fall to the ground with no hesitation And as the great oak meets the earth once again The purpose of our people will be cast into emptiness