The Serpent's Nemeton

	作曲 : 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

	zuò qǔ : Opera IX
	Faraway 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