A Voice In the Forest

We are the army of the dead Rising up, marching towards battle We fear no man, no foe We shall rape and pillage Your village shall be ours We shall bring fires from hell upon you The young will die The old will dance to our whims Our bagpipes you shall heed As our drums tremble upon the ground you walk We have died and returned from hell We fear no man, no foe We shall surely triumph, fear not at your own peril . . . I am but a child I have no possessions I own nothing of value Hell surrounds me Sometimes, I must live in dreams Of bluer skies and softer times When I awake, my voice sings The sweet fragrance of things to be Were men shall live in peace Music shall be the harmony For all of mankind to dance Oh how they say, I sing like an angel I dream of this day . . . The army marched forth The boy did sing Truly angelic sounds Reverberated through the forest On this day, this boy feared no one His voice made even the birds sing along The heavens opened their doors A single human voice, made all the angels dance The drums beat for war Onwards marched the soldiers of death Until they too heard an angelic melody in the wind Coming from a small boy in the forest These knights of darkness Stopped dead in their tracks For they wept and wept For joy or sadness they knew not The musical voice of an angelic boy Brought these men at arms A most unique victory For they could fight no more The human voice, an instrument of love