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At night I heard the owls say : "Find the truth beneath the stars You'll have to travel back to heaths of green... ...The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you A king will tell you to ride until..." [Bridge:] ... the leaves on the trees from black colour turn to green |
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There to find the oak woods |
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I seek, where the old oaks still speak |
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At night I heard the old king say: "To find your journey through the dark You'll have to travel on a field of green" |
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Through time dark landscapes leave their place to grasslands of joy |
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Bestowed to ancient oak woods here |
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I ... [Bridge2:] ... stand astonished by green, light of power covers me |
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To understand the nature of man |
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I have now to speak with the trees. |
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In my life |
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I always prayed the ancients acting with pure honesty |
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This is time to face the truth so here |
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I go Running through the woods |
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I question every plant and every tree |
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Searching for the answer that was promised to me |
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Then the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear : "Ask for White Willow near the Silver Lake"... [Chorus:] - |
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The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient times |
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White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes - |
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The vision of the world |
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I had before was based on thousand lies |
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White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth |
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And there it stands the only |
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White Willow tree |
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He embraced me and he told me to gaze at the stars! |
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The wise old tree twice spoke to me and he said : "Bring truth to the ones that you trust And make them believe that I still exist" |
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So he closed his eyes and |
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I traveled back home |
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Back to my world, home |
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I return : |
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And the birds cry out "The old king has died" |
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With tears in my eyes |
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I follow my heritage : |
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Now I am to be new |
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Elvenking! [Chorus2:] - |
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Green power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls |
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White Willow filled my heart with lore |
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I now recall (lore I now recall!) - |
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The black horizons once |
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I saw now turn to white as |
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I pass by |
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And now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the truth [End:] [Narrator:]</i> and there it stands, the only white willow tree with golden leaves and a sweet old voice |
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He embraced me, hard as rock and he told me, gaze at the stars |
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In the light |
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I still see, the only willow tree |
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I'm living on, the dream he shared with me |
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Sometimes |
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I can still see, the good old speaking tree |
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His voice like ambrosia's flowing deep in me |
