The forest lends its life to me And loyal to her oaken creed On her ethereal winds I rove Up above the race I loathe My roots are flesh and blood But supple as the soil they suck A bastard sapling when the winter Calls me down and brings me life And when the nights falling down on me I watch the demons fly I wake the trees and give them speech Their words will teach me the ills of mankind Walk this path and feel my pain For this hatred and disdain My birth is still a mystery Unto the skies and the earth I plead An explanation for this curse Be it gold or be it dirt I feel a darkness drawing near Barbaric voices invade my kingdom Lurking shadows follow me Of a man I cannot see The earth casts shadows on this race I claim no party to this disgrace I bear his form but not his mind To my past this world is blind