Bohemian Grove - I Spoke to the Oak

Share with me your oaken oldness
Be my solace in the current dolor
Forgive my poor ignorance
My human nature must be blamed for
Share with me your steadfast power
Revenge is an ardent wish
Forgive my poor ignorance
Human nature should be punished

Forests and broad-chested valleys
I'm trying to embrace you
Glorified spirits
Answer my call

To our great joy we'll be the wolves
Against those who pretend the lamb
Let's feed their flesh with bites of grief
Let's caress their skin with knives and steel
For these damned lambs are poisoning the earth

They've performed foul deeds
It's high time they suffered
Suddenly the land of tears
Gave forth a blast of wind
And fulminated a vermilion light
Which overmastered in me every sense

And as a man whom sleep
Hath seized I fell into the ground
Warriors of the one-eyed god
Grab your shields and spears
For in times of darkness
Justice cannot prevail

But now the eye of light
Arose in the skies
And hence ruled over the star-wimpled dome
Warriors of times harsh
Fight and feel no fear
For you shall be guided
As the sun lightens the moon

Forests and broad-chested valleys
We stand with you
Glorified spirits
Guide us in victory!