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In ancient verse, the elders taught me well

These rival hymns that I must quell

For to succumb is an unwanted fate

By any that participate

Groundlings hear us in the canopy

Endless battles kill off the weak

They think we sing just to pass the time

They know not of the victor’s prize

Sing for Ostara with all of my might

Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight

Fifteen days of song

Now that winters gone

Sing til I feel it

Spring goddess beams down from the heavens bright

Triple goddess watches us at night

Our patrons choose the one who will preside

As the symbol of Eastertide

To what length will I go to make them see

That I’m strong and I’m the one that they seek

I don’t care that life dwells below me

It’s so close, I better sing for…

…Ostara with all of my might

Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight

Fifteen days of song

Now that winters gone

Sing til I feel it

The chosen drops below our tree top lair

Beak and feather, now the great hare

A transformation, this entwined beast

Brings rainbow treasure to find and feast

To what length will I go to make them see

That I’m strong and I’m the one that they seek

I don’t care that life dwells below me

It’s so close, I better sing for…

…Ostara with all of my might

Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight

Fifteen days of song

Now that winters gone

Sing til my last breath…

I die for Ostara, I don’t have the might

I die for the maiden, I’ve lost the fight

Fifteen days of song

Have been and gone

Sing til I feel it slip away

Ostara

The maiden

Oh, mother