Forest of Thoughts

You will find more knowledge
In rills and in mountains grand
Rather than in your books
Oh, sylvan ghost
Whose whisper is heard
Beneath Autumn’s crimson foliage:
Anoint my forehead with the gems of thy wisdom
For thee our druids are calling
To thee our bards are singing
When every single thing vibrates
One is the symphony;
Then every single moment fades
Into eternity
Thunders, hammers of war
Fury will come carried by mighty winds
Trees kneel beneath the storm
Our legions march onwards to victory!
You will find more knowledge
In rills and in mountains grand
Rather than in your books
The Dragon is everywhere
Its glistening flakes are there;
Reflections on water rings
A bloodline of chosen kings