Fairest of ladys- soft as the breeze
Watch o'r your faithful who watch o'r the trees
The evil and the wicked- oh come to me!
The Hands of Ehlonna will strike with great speed
The whole of the Gnarley our band has just freed
But the war is not won til the righteous stampedes
For now the dark clouds- fade and recede
But the land and her people are still in great need
So come all her children- gather around
We watch from the tree tops- down to the ground
No comments:
Post a Comment