The home of ancient spirits
The battles we all live in
The lusts we all obey
Keeper of the grove

It is our joy, it is our pain
It’s a war without reason
It’s pleasare to undertake
Keeper of the grove

The owl, the lynx, the maggot
With heads to the floor
Every nymf, troll or dryad
Both beauty and the abbhored.

The laws we follow blindly
Of his undying reign
Feelings, doings, shallow or deep
Logical or insane

Who is the keeper of the grove