Wickedly They Play Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C]Grasshopper wept for
the ants by her grave,
Tears of a homeless
she'd always would save.
Now he would fade out,
he'd sleep one less time.
His days were all numbered,
yet his playing, sublime.
With the death of this angel,
my life also ended.
There's nothing else out there.
This was all unintended.
I lived thanks to her.
Now her life is cut short.
An unintentional journey
to a much stranger port.
Winter [D]will come, [C]it will be my last,
and I'll welcome the snow
as I give my name to the past.
Owl had listened in silence.
Now she uttered a question.
What happened to her?
Grasshopper answered, aggression.
From the clouds to the ground
and all branches between,
a battle was fought here
of a size never seen.
So vain that I can't accept that it's true,
between eagles and owls.
They look just like you.
Bodies fell to the ground
and fled as fast as they could.
They trampled this pure one
as she did what she would.
Every day working to win against time.
They stole her from me.
It's the ultimate crime.
All could not bear one more minute of grief.
So she left the lone fiddler
like honor leaves a thief.
As she rose up and landed by
a moor far away,
she heard her own
heartstrings wickedly play.
She heard Eagle on the rise,
rounding up ice like cattle.
Although most of them fled,
he'd force them back into
battle.
His punishment weighed on them
all just the same.
And with one voice they shouted,
The owl is to blame!
She called upon us
to wage war in her image.
For this we will perish,
and our numbers diminish.
Curse upon you, feathered foul witch!
We wish you all illness,
from a bleeding to an itch."
The old wolf, who had watched her,
and all things around,
went up to the owl and asked,
hear that sharp sound,
the alarm of the forest,
just listen and learn, that not only tree trunks can break,
burst, and burn.
Who are you, old wolf?
I'll ask, feeling hollow.
Your tutor at this dawn,
so get up.
You must follow.
Where are we going?
My limbs have turned weary.
Don't know if I can stand
this land turning so [C]dreary.
I'll look dead, old wolf.
Why should I move?
Whatever you say,
I'll surely disapprove.
First, we'll find safety,
and then we'll build spirit.
The mob is so close [C]now,
although you will not hear it.