[Chorus 1]
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
[Verse 1]
First comes the birch
Rowan followed by the ash
Then through the alder she forms
And merges with willow
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
The hawthorn blossoms
As the oak guards the door
"She" is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightening flash and her
[Chorus 2]
Summoning the spirits
Through incantations
You said, "that Thunder God
Seems to have
In our enemy, his own laureate"
But we knew the furies held the holly sacred
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
[Verse 1]
First comes the birch
Rowan followed by the ash
Then through the alder she forms
And merges with willow
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
The hawthorn blossoms
As the oak guards the door
"She" is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightening flash and her
[Chorus 2]
Summoning the spirits
Through incantations
You said, "that Thunder God
Seems to have
In our enemy, his own laureate"
But we knew the furies held the holly sacred
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