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,
