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The trees sing to the empire (Isaiah 14:8):"Since you were laid low no tree cutter come against us."In the tree farmed managed moments of our lives. Our bark wasn't strong to the lightningBlackest night, bare branch, the moon is dead. O, come back that the light may be born againIdeas are old, there's no place to begin. Come O fiery Lord UndomesticatedSow your seeds in the morning, don't be idle in the evening, You don't know what may growAnd the trees sing to us all: "Time for talking is done. This is a battle cry. Stand with us against the civilized.This war they started soon will end, There are two sides now and only one will win.Our branches are strong and our roots are deep, come feral children awake from sleep!"There is fire in Your coming there is fire in Your eyes there is fire that we all must pass through only what's of You survivesBaptize us in Holy Fire we surrender all our goods unto Your hands we commend our flesh and spirits till the end Aus Songtexte Mania