The Last Season - Dark Forest

Born of fire, a flame in the dark

Kept alight by the power of one desire

Return unto an age when freedom bloomed

Beneath the Oak and sycamore

Bonds forged to last forevermore

Down through the endless seasons of time

Our voices cry together

We’ll never let our land be taken away

We’ll never let our bonds be severed

Long ago we lived for every season

Long ago we truly knew this pleasant land

Time marched on, the knowledge was lost

And the sense of being, free was now long

dead and gone

They herd us well, artificial cities to dwell

Deep forest, golden pastures

They leave our hearts enraptured

We know the secrets nature holds

Once last and now recovered

We know our place, inside the greater scheme

We know the craft, our rights uncovered

Long ago we lived for every season

Long ago we truly knew this pleasant land