Wanderer on the Continent of Saplings by Thrawsunblat Lyrics

O Wanderer, on the continent of saplings
Tell me thy true name!
Not the heritage you don
Nor the bloodline that you claim

Tell me not the clan to which you wish to cling
But what thou truly art, if thou even knowest it
Tell me what copse of saplings hath thee truly sprung?
Whence art thou truly come? If thou even knowest it

Wanderer! Have you seen the mother forests
Across the raging seas?
Wanderer! Have you seen the darkened landscape
Whence the elders cast their seeds?

This! Is the Continent of Saplings
A monument of trees
This! Is the Continent of Saplings
From sea to shining sea

We, here, on the Continent of Saplings
Are seeds of distant lands
But we, on the Continent of Saplings
Take root in the same ground
We, here, on the Continent of Saplings
Bear a thousand different forms
But we, on the Continent of Saplings
Are of one kind

I have long roamed this continent
Under the plague of the Nihilist
Before, it was not this way
Now all is death and decay

“Wherever he sets his hand there is a cry
For the redeeming hero
The carrier of the shining blade
Whose blow, whose touch, whose existence
Will liberate the land.”
-Joseph Campbell

Wanderer from the East! Lost on the trail
You cannot see, yourself, what you’re worth
I behold you, emerald veiled in shale
You must learn your worth, for the earth

The thousand trials will strip you bare
To the hardened emerald soul
Only then can you carry the shining brand
And smite the Nihilist from the land
A thousand tribes, of a thousand names
We are one kind; we are the same
A thousand tribes, of a thousand names

We’re in need of liberation
We are in need of a champion

“Dethrone the great Nihilist!
Dethrone the great Nihilist!”