Welcome, friends, to Silent Temple
Where woven are songs of praise for Mother Earth
And questions for her children

Where, where are the humans truly present for the spirits of the Earth?
Why is the value of a forest not seen until it is used?
Why is the value of a mountain not seen until it is climbed or MINEd?
It seems, my friends, that we need a Faery Revolution

When, when will the warriors lay down their weapons
And wield instead instruments to create rather than destroy destiny?
When will the witches and the druids hold power in council across the land?
How will we reinvigorate the spirits of the ancient forest within the hearts of humankind?
I say this will happen my friends, with a Faery Revolution

When the Faery Revolution cuts asunder the colonizer's fences and composts his documents
All folk shall roam free on indigenous sovereign land
When the Faery Revolution melts all the guns in a great demon-banishing fire
The metals shall be buried, deep within the Earth from whence they were torn

When the Faery Revolution builds Pagan temples
Proud, shimmering, and vast as the mountains
The needy and the broken shall dine in their highest halls
When the Faery Revolution plants fruit, tree, and flower
On every roadside of every city
The deer, trolls and wolves shall roam amongst us in peace
We shall roam amongst ourselves in peace

A sight, a vision
A sound, a harmony
Mankind's religion will not set us free
A word, a wonder
Wandering the ONE
Can spell us closer to a queendom in the sun

We are in the light, we are in the trees
We are everything we hear a blowin' in the breeze
We are in the light, we are in the trees
We are everything we hear a blowin' in the breeze
We are in the trees, we, the only ONE
We, the all arisin' for a queendom in the sun
We are in the trees, we, the only ONE
We, the all arisin' for a queendom in the sun

A sight, a vision
A sound, a harmony
Mankind's religion will not set us free
A word, a wonder
Wandering the ONE
Can spell us closer to the sun