Last march of the ents
The forest trees
are calling me,
Their voices sad with longing.
Oh kin they cry
To us reply
And ease our desperate longing.
For open air
and leaf green hair
A world where we are small.
You crowd us
And you kill us
And you cut us so we fall.
Oh kin I cry
So I reply
These people are destruction.
With trumpet blair,
And great fanfare
We'll march through all obstruction.
The people run
From the forest one
We take what once was ours.
Human roads
And burden loads
Saps our earthly powers.
The evil done
By the nuclear one
Can never be erased.
Tree and land
All turn to sand
Our homelands defased.
The earth cut down,
The empy crown,
All Ents raise a cry.
Try we might
To win the fight
With all the Earth we die.