Hidden from the knowledge of Men A little kind through trees it lives
Somebody tells he has seen Some even that have talked with them
" Please, don't be such a fool! Tell everyone that the witches come tonight"
bridge: Desire grows, denial howls " Divine the wicked multitude Worship your servitude" Enthroned and ringed with gold, Of the might old oak I'm on the lightness side
chorus: Daughters and sons There are times to carry on, Don't you dare to stay behind? Through years and centuries,
They're dressed with the fruits of earth Arcane adorers of the roots
Vanishing through branches They're greedy for silver and gold
Trapped in a web of branches You hear voices reciting a prayer...
"Hare hare good sent the care I am in a haire likeness, just see me there, But I shall be in a woman's likeness soon"