I rancor the hate in me,
We lived with him,
And act like it's wiry,
Son of hate,
Why sway my mate,
You've scavenged thy thought,
And left me with empty faith,
You murdered him,
In hot blood,
You murdered him,
The sun witnessed it all,
From the death on earth,
To the breath in hell,
Welcome to the depth of hell
Where pain is a prison, let me out of this well,
Where great fell
And end never seems near,
Where hopes and dreams are swallowed
And devoured by the wicked
Till their empty satisfaction is replete
Let me out of these bars
Will I cry
Till the day deaths funeral purviews

This place be a'shining,
Within this Summer Glade
Untouched by human hands,
Unknown by human minds.

From the glade comes a glint,
A glint, of love and of light
It dissipates all evil
Resonates with all good

But the glade must remain secret
Secret, to but, the Beasts of the Glade
For if not, this glint will be mudered
By the eyes and hands of man.

So the Glade will shine
Till our days grow old, or stop.
Yet within it, no humans reside
Within, live the Beasts of the Glade

They live, breath and talk
Just as we all do.
They laugh, dance and sing
Yet, they are not as us

They are the Beasts of the Glade
Those who live, not like us
Yet, they are those who live
Live, and make the Glade shine.