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    skyclad' in folkemon isimli albumundeki 5.sarki.

    my kin and i had laboured hard
    to reap the yearly harvest
    lain weary on our gathered sheaves we
    cracked a vat of ale. poured a toast
    began to boast of who could sup the hardest
    slumped in drunken slumber
    at the height of wild wassail

    i woke to find my brothers gone
    that autumn eve so balmy
    yet gazed in wide-eyed terror
    to the barley fields nearby
    struck dumb i swore
    stood before a mighty woad-duabed army
    believed my wits deceived me
    'til i heard their battle-cry

    smash the axe and sow the seed
    don't cause the oaken heart to bleed

    when he that led this heathen horde
    cast-off his ivy mantle
    cohorts raised honed halberds
    flying pennants of leaf-green
    from below approached the foe
    a fierce scythe-bearing hantle
    captains sat triumphant
    upon coughing, steel machines

    break the bough and strip all of it
    fell this forest, make a profit

    opposing forces clashed
    beneath a red sky cracked by thunder
    entrenched beneath the hedge-row
    i'd observed it quite unseen
    one side stood to save the wood
    t'other planned it's plunder
    i chose to fight for nature's right
    grabbed a fallen skean

    all who would one flower destroy
    must first cut down this didycoy

    we fought until the last that day
    to gain a hard-won victory
    sucked in by the thirsty earth
    i watched my life-blood ebb
    though i died at least
    i'd tried to play some part in history
    a momentary trembling
    on the threads of wyrd's web

    are there more so brave and honest
    who would die to save my forest


    (aleksey - 6 Şubat 2003 22:52)

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