It masks the forests with silhouettes Of yellow, green, brown, and red It protects the bark that it entwines Preserving now, until the end of time As winter blows into the woods To smother the weak, as it should The fit endure when death will sweep The oath to renew, it will keep Ride, Fly Bestowing strength to only kin This figure rides from limb to limb Perennial lore it will breed An aura made from root to leafTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
