Ethereal sparkle
in the golden light
it speaks from the branches
an ancient poem
In hidden valleys
on misty mountains
Live delicate creatures
they are, barely visible, the dwarves
They have to hide
from dark energy
egoism, bitterness
and blasphemy
In the splendid garden< br/>swarming shimmering elves
a childlike hustle and bustle,
to help Mother Earth
Follow your imagination
into a realm that seems timeless,
listen you, how many an alb
cries for the people
The hiss of the serpent
Reptilian eyes omnipresent
Secret signs of fear
Mother Earth is burning
The hill people reminds us
of a long-forgotten time,
of a golden era, of light
before the great darkness...