(Soft flute and low cello intro, wind sounds between the notes) Through roots of stone, through veins of oak, They speak in tongues the wind has spoke. Leaves remember what men forget, In shadows deep where dawn has set. (Verse 1 – Calm guitar arpeggios, warm male vocals) Beneath the crowns of ages past, They guard the paths the storms can’t blast. Slow as rivers, strong as earth, They measure time by seasons’ birth. (Chorus – Full band, layered choirs) Whispers of the Ents, in the midnight trees, Carving ancient runes in the autumn breeze. They’ll march when fire scorches the glade, Till shadow’s heart in ash is laid. (Verse 2 – Heavy tom drums, melodic riff) In moss and mist their voices weave, A vow the forest will never leave. The mountains bow, the rivers bend, When forest lords their will defend. (Chorus – Stronger, faster pace) Whispers of the Ents, in the midnight trees, Carving ancient runes in the autumn breeze. They’ll march when fire scorches the glade, Till shadow’s heart in ash is laid. (Bridge – Orchestral rise, battle drums, deep choir chants) Branches breaking, roots arise, The ancient wrath will fill the skies. No steel nor flame can crush the oaks, Whose words are older than mortal oaths. (Final Chorus – Epic, grand finale) Whispers of the Ents, their call resounds, Through forest halls and hollow grounds. They’ll march when fire scorches the glade, Till shadow’s heart in ash is laid. (Outro – Fade to flute and rustling leaves)
