Search results for 'Forest Stewardship Counsel'

Hidden deep, within the forest grows
c great power, one mustn't oppose
Creatures bound, to the sorcerer's will
Swore loyalty to the crown of oak

fostering care, need they counsel, crave thine aid!
Sombre loving mother! 
From hidden peril defend us! 
Forest defend thine own!

How swiftly passeth man's

have to climb
Yes we can heal
this world, once sublime

Now we can see the results of our stewardship
Now we can see what we’ve done 
Now we must try

late at night 

Ignorance can only be claimed for so long 
Once the old forests are gone, they are gone 
What will you do with that thought in your mind?

slighted your counsel

In that way you have served the people well

Lately I have heard strange things in the air
The birds seem to scream with a murderous

bright
In the forests of the night
Do you linger on somewhere
I guess I'll keep my counsel there

And she said
You'll name things after me though I'm

the forest
I'm gone
Yeah, gone
But you can see my every move, that shit is ironic
I guess it's hard to count the trees from that deep in the forest
I'm gone

in their slimy eyes

And give them this offer



Join my great counsel

Of the forest wizards

And feast upon our enemies

And this swamp is yours

a knife
Life eats life
Doesn't mean we shouldn't run for the forest as all did before us
Ahh! to be alive
Life eats life
The sun is a hunter
The earth is

uncontrolled
Up and down, Left and Right
My punchlines counsel ya light
This isn't a even fight
You messing with a predator
Thirsty for blood, better listen

events
We'll seek counsel, and pontificate
A message sent
In dreams I seemed
To somehow be the hero, despite evidence
We rolled the dice and laid our claim

Cheeba with the Chieftain
While they chuckle at us
Counsel contemplate our conquering
Calm while clanking their cups
Put extra-in-terrestrial
We put

and snow,
With wind and stone.

I ride on the back
Of the last of the black wolves.
I bring with me the antler
Of the last of the white stags.
I seek counsel

and snow,
With wind and stone.

I ride on the back
Of the last of the black wolves.
I bring with me the antler
Of the last of the white stags.

I seek counsel