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I hover, the moon is full above

Its silvery shine reflects in the water below

The night-filled air surrounds me and we two are one

I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest

Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light

A nimbus of hate protected my domain

The light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain

Cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest



Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn

A forest greets me, so I dive into its womb

A friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb

And then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest

I hover, the moon is full above

Its silvery shine reflects in the water below

The night-filled air surrounds me and we two are one

I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest

Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light

A nimbus of hate protected my domain

The light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain

Cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest



Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn

A forest greets me, so I dive into its womb

A friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb

And then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune



This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit

The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it

No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it



I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest

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