The Lost - Sanctimony

In the sunbeams shining

Over fields trundle the ghosts

Bound in the bright iron

They carried truth on the crosses

Uninvited and unexpected

They opened all the gates

Strength and war ruse are brothers them

And bloodthirsty smile of superiority, too

Propagating something unknown

They shot the children of forest with arrows

With assistance of swiche and chains

They built castles of stone between the oaks

Fire made ashes from woods

Skies lost the sun

Stones hid under mosses

The blood it’s our tears

Spirits of wood went to another wood

The clevers learnt to hide

Faith dressed into clothes

Hiding itself in ornaments and in laces

Rivers may find the sea

Winds know where to run

May the lost to live?

There’s silence in the forest, nobody can feel it