Caym:
With gesture I call you
O stranger unknown...

The Grove:
Ye nasty knight came wriggling down
among the tangled pillars
where's nothing to be done
but hold your ground
thus hold on to your head!
Tell how ye move about
in spite of all the rules
we've to attend to...
where the life does end?

Peter:
For I was very anxious to be of use
they wept and prayed
for miserable hand
'All of you may treat me as a friend
I said
where the life does end'

Caym:
Well
that's my fault
for keeping my eyes open...
If I'd shut them tight up
It would not have happened
my friend...
where the life does end'

If I only knew
indeed!
I wouldn't have been penalised!

Peter:
I had far better help you hadn't I?

Caym:
You'd better keep an open eye!
As ours
sooth to say
were nowhere to be found
and now we've lost 'em
we are blind!

Caacrinolaas:
They are gone!
There is more evidence to come yet
...where the life does end!

Peter:
So he went on with closed eyes
and half forgotten grove he'd seen...
though he knew he had but
to open them again
and all would change to dull reality

Both with Caym:
If I only knew I wouldn't have been
so foolish penalised!

Caym:
And now we've got indeed
immortal and uncanny sight!
Quite liquid one for sleepless kin
with their forever watchful eye!
Behold them folded roaring
swarming loudly in the dead of night!

Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be dead!
Ye have fed the vermin with
your foliage
that's the reason why ye weep!
Ye shall reveal
your skin's all 'round the pew
ye asked much more than
your god could endure

The Grove:
We all were the people
now we are the pillars!
Watch as your almighty
god does kill his
children!
Watch the nonsense that
shall decimate his creatures!
Would you like to feel
the charm of our
adventures?

Caym:
We all got in this trap
we have gotten...
We were fools but we have forgotten
way we used to be
seed we used to sow!
We all are the pillars
and so is our lord!

Caacrinolaas:
Chase the castaway
who's been haunting the catafalque!
Since his death he screams
'take them away!
'Take away them all:
those bones from my poor corpse
I won't endure the dead
inside the trunk of
mine! '
Only daemons know
where those weeping pillars grow
They are standing like a wall...
having confirmed their own request
they have embodied that chest
or any wooden thing we know!

Caym:
I do not suppose there
will be a tree left
standing
for ever so far round
by the time they've
finished such chat!

Caacrinolaas:
Deeply he sighed and drew his palm
looking more like branch
than anything else across his eyes
he wept already out!

Caym:
There's hot blood dropping down
from the ancient vaults
every now and then
and if something wasn't done about it
in less than no time
there would be a pool full of blood
sacred one result of such obedience!

Caacrinolaas speaking triumphantly:
An unjust verdict will be
worth while impunity!
You will hear the tangled
sentence made anew
so sheer guile will reign
again indignantly!

Only ye repine against your fate!

The Grove:
Our pain!

Caacrinolaas:
Won't we receive the
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The Grove:
Ye ask in vain!

Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be dead

The Grove:
Nobody knows

Caacrinolaas:
Ye seem to be deaf

The Grove:
When we all arose

Oze:
They seem to be sad

Caym to Peter:
So we ask you not to be afraid!

Caacrinolaas:
As ye strive to forget in vain

Caym:
Our stranger
we shouldn't have been blind
ye should disdain us!
We seem to be deaf
nobody mourns
we seem to be dead
o'er our loss!
But all of us do mourn
over our death!

Do not be so deaf
it must be divulged
do not be so dead
ye should not disdain
do not be so blind!
so now we know we cry in vain...

Caacrinolaas:
Now ye'll observe
the way our nameless master does
transform his wights from the people
to the grove or to the grass
We will reveal you that device
do not be surprised enormously...

The Grove:
We've wept
We've cried with million
tears for years!
Though
it seems to us
we'll never disappear

Caacrinolaas:
And so will your torture!

The Grove:
If not the water so what drops down
from our branches?
Would you like to feel
the charm of our
adventures?

Oze:
Claim from shelves for your very own
that scenario of thine!
Now peruse carefully!
You think o'er your eternal lot
to be alive disappearing
down the throat
of imps and evil demons
will make your feathers fly anon!

Caacrinolaas in defiance of Caym:
Note that darkness was
almost complete
and you could see
nothing much beyond your
hands' stretch!
Note that 'twas getting deep dusk
when the eyes make things greater
than they should be!
Mind you!
By no means out of the fens
will come drifting a stench
not the sticky odour of decay
but a foul reek
as if filth unnameable were piled
and hoarded in the dark within...
All around you
deep within the gnarly grove
all around this halloo-holt...heavy
still and stagnant air
where any sound fell dead
where any tree fell dead!
Prick up your ears at this
'Unlike we are and yet
also much akin'

Caym:
In couples they've been waltzing
exhausting each other
In couples they'll circle
till somebody's dead
Why won't sister murder
for instance
her brother?
Why won't she pursue him
to bed or to death?

Subconsciously tomb does smile
through every mirror
Your face is to impact
against wretched grimace!
You're terribly
frightened all the time
at the thought
that it might be hungry
for you
in which case

That exquisite one
would be very likely
to eat you up in spite
of all your coaxing
smiles!
And everyone will tell:
that's nothing to what I could say
if I chose...
e'en if nobody dies!

So if you drink much
from the bottle marked
"poison"
it is almost certain to
disagree with you
sooner or later...
but would it be any use now
to speak to the dead or to
speak to the imp?

The beast has been buried and
sealed for the ages
so that was a narrow escape...
for the dead
like you
(immense way you've been
betrayed since forever)

Caacrinolaas:
Come!
It's no use in crying like that!