Requiem of Spirits

The great king who protected the forest,
they believed your promise
But the tragedy happened,
burning the forest down
Ye grieving spirit
wandering sleeplessly,
May you rest in peace

When the Great Tree sings,
wandering souls would gather
They become flowers,
and Guardians will wake
Ye grieving spirt
bound to eternity,
May you be free
from all the shackles