Onbevangen

Hear the rumble of the war
That rageth eternally and maketh our blood to flow
A good night of slumber hath not long been known
Evil dreams show what approacheth

As soon as the place will be established
Will form prosperity, enlarge the tribe
They promise with head held high
Give their souls with honor and pride

They are unbridled

Naïve are the children of the woods
Once escaped, nothing restraineth them
From following the footsteps of their hero
Who returning tells them tales

Risking death, I fulfil my duty
I hold resolve and the land is in my keeping
By bravely following my commands
I gain the glory I so earnestly desire

Behold the face of prosperity
Kept by courage and grace
With the passion for continuation
Hath exhausted the nature nearby

Deep in the night, a deceitful form
The apparitions of dark things
Fear and fatigue with pride defeated
The forest is entered with courage

They are unbridled

Naïve are the children of the woods
Once escaped, nothing restraineth them
From following the footsteps of their hero
Who returning tells them tales

I endure the pouring rain
Armed, I run through the woods of yore
Raised in a house full of strategists
I resist and follow the lord to my last day

Filled with reluctance
Honored by father
Rejected by gods
Withdrawn into dark woods

Wandering in the red of evening
Hunting the last fur
A thump sounds that numbs the ear
Awaited by awakened giants

Disarmed in an instant
Punished by his soiled demeanor
Resigned to crawling back home
Where at morning father finds his bloodied son