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Sleeping 'neath the forest green,
in the hollow of an old oak tree.
The archer dreams of tales left untold.
While the fire warms the night so cold.

Keep watch upon the open road,
and chose one of two paths you can go.
Though the truth will come to those who stand,
Arching bow, let fly your grey spruce shaft.

Horses thunder 'cross the field,
Wounded soldiers fall but never heal.
And the embers rise and cast shadows,
On where flights of angels embrace lost souls.

The stars will light the evening sky,
and the templars of time will guard the night
But one by one the stars they fall,
'til the faith in gods are lost to all.

Sleeping 'neath the forest green,
in the hollow of an old oak tree.
The archer dreams of tales left untold.
While the fire warms the night so cold, we hold.