a pool of silver reflecting stars

a world devoid of any cars

a forest with trees as old as time

the tinkling of bells as they chime

 

a wolf prowls the lands of white

the proud king of the night

an owl hoots a warning cry

a dark shadow passes by

 

the animals are quiet now

fearfully they start to bow

the evil being turns the world dark

he leaves his black and deadly mark

 

no more tinkling of bells as they chime

no more trees as old as time

only darkness fills the hearts of men

an evil passion that has burnt since then

 

to create the most powerful race of all

and to make Mother Nature fall