FROM THE ANCIENT WOODLAND 

Inspired by Robert Holdstock 

From the ancient woodland 
Where heroes were made out of water and sand, 
Arise, arise, arise 
To save us from the lord of the flies ! 

From the golden foliage 
Waving there since the ice age, 
Arise, arise, arise 
In a shape we all may recognise ! 

Are you Herne the hunter? 
Can you wield thunderbolts like Jupiter? 
Rob from the rich and give to the poor? 
I thought no-one believed in you any more. 

Are you real, my Lion-heart? 
Could you just take [bad word] (for a start) 
And then sink the ship of fools, 
It's time to break [bad word]  

From the forest primeval [bad word] all things good and all things evil. 
Choose your path! Choose your mask! 
Choose your quest (an endless task)! 

Wounded on the paths of glory, 
Healed beyond the gates of ivory 
Arise, arise, arise, 
With hellfire burning in your eyes ! 

All that is gold does not glitter, 
Not all those who wander are bitter 
Arise, arise, arise, 
To regain Paradise ! 

From the ancient woodland 
Where heroes were made out of water and sand, 
Arise, arise, arise 
To save us from the lord of the flies ! 

CALLING C. (HIDDEN TRACK) 

Volcanic isles / a dozen miles / only from the coast / in my dream / a hooded pilgrim / gives a terrible toast / to Him... /... 
Underwater caves / half-human slaves / antediluvian cult / puritan throngs / your prayers and songs / are an insult / to Him... /... Lovecraft wrote / About these harbours remote / and left many a clue / to guide us across / the nameless moss / to You / And he said not a word is [bad word]  but we knew that he lied...