The Serpent's Nemeton - Opera IX

Far-away echos accompany the dim lights of torches

Old and mighty trees twine along the holy way of an ancient procession

Simple but obscure songs are murmured in the deep arboreal temple

Only two mighty blades shine in the reflection of fire

From our directions come the old sages, each with his number and each carrying

his ancestor’s

Treasures

Everything repeats as in an old prophecy marked by a vision donated by the

Spirit of Nature

And nothing is quiet in the dark heart of the forest

It’s inhabitants voices

The breed of the trees and the men’s mantra are part of a unique great ritual

Nothing is quiet… nothing

The four shining serpents slowly draw near to form a circle following the

rhythm of

Dark and deep rumbles like the heartbeats of a huge dragon as he is drawing near

Everything wheels in an alchemist dance, where the symbols will become laws

preserved

By a family of sages, the men of the oaks

Four serpents united and became one circular serpents, just one in the ancient

nemeton

Where each man was near his stones and symbols

Now, everything is silent in the large forest

And even the magical lights of the flames seem to burn out in the silence

In the circle of men and stones, only the oldest one begins to sing a new but

terrible prophecy