The Serpent's Nemeton Lyrics - 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