Well I first grew eyes in the city of Sylvan where Syrinx and Pan they got drunk off the wine they gave me a voice and they told me to use it and I went off dancing through dense moonlit forests of old
Well how long I sang I cannot recall but the morn took me up with a chip on my shoulder my smile was red from the blood and the wine and my voice was sharpened to cut through the forested skies
I sung and I sang about dreamscapes and treefolk who danced round the fire and told tales of before the bark of the children as smooth as the snakeskin that shed round the fire and gave kindling to Syrinx and Pan
One day I tripped to the city of Sylvan where Syrinx and Pan they had opened my eyes I looked all about me and finally did see that the city of Sylvan was burning to death oh the treefolk
the treefolk that screamed as they cooked alive the treefolk I sang with in the fire my friends and my family my only home burning by the anvil and forge
So now I sing in the city of Vulcan where Syrinx and Pan they are blind from the wine I still have my voice and I'm forced now to use it singing to virgins and dreamscapes in moonlights of old
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