Whispers of Olden Times

[Intro] In the forest's whispered twilight, beneath the silver sway, Where secrets dwell in shadows, the outcasts make their play. With eyes like embers, hopes entwined, they chant in moon's embrace, "Unfurl the banners of the wind, let greed now be erased." [Solo] [Verse] The faeries dress in suits of leaves, with thistles in their hair, They dance around the toadstools, casting spells into the air. The night birds sing of vengeance, and the streams murmur in rhyme, "Erase the traces of excess, now is the appointed time." [Chorus]Eat the rich, the banquet's set, on tables long and wide, With vines of justice, platters of truth, where the masked truths reside. Feast upon their golden dreams, sip from cups of their scorn, In the dawn of reckoning, a new earth will be born. [Verse] Now gather 'round the fire's glow, let the rich tales unfold, Of a world wrapped in avarice, of hearts grown cruel and cold. But see how the tables turn, as the humble take their seats, At a feast of awakening, where karmic justice meets. [Oboe solo] [Outro] So sing the songs of olden times, in whispers soft and sweet, Till every stone is overturned, and every end shall meet. In the forest's echoed silence, under stars that boldly shine, Reclaim the night, reclaim the right, let every fate entwine.