Longing For The Woods - Part Iii: Herne's Prophecy

I met the old man

In the dephts of the woods

He said: i'll show thee a bit of the future

If perchance thou wilt listen

[THE WANDERER:]

"The journey it has been so long

Is it the end that we feel drawing nearer

Though we keep learning more

Nothing sseems to get any clearer"

[THE HUNTER:]

"Man he must search his heart

Though he will not like waht he findeth

I can tell him no truth

That he doth not already know"

"Turn the ghostship around

Climb back into the cradle

At least to die in dignity

Surrender now or be brought home in chains

The Motherspirit will conquer all

With or without thee the kingdom shall fall"

[THE WANDERER:]

"Can it be done, can the Gods be awoken

Can we rewrite the tale, is the cradle not broken"

[THE HUNTER:]

"Not all the future is equally clear

IF may be the end that you feel drawing near

Search in your hearts

If they still hold the truth

The voice from the past is the future

The longing for the woods"

And the old man, lord of the hunters of old

Disappeared in the depths of the woods

Left me with a strange sensation

That maybe one day

Maybe one day

The wind calls

A storm from the past

Night falls

And we are longing for the woods