A Small Spark Vs. a Great Forest

What did you say? don't speak
You nailed down all your words on me
And it felt like a blind guide
Leading me into quicksand
So fight fair, fight fair
But all you hear is noise
Fight fair. fight fair!

I've earthed this seed so many times
Deeply held in this skin of bark
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame

Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialogue
Rapid speech like dogs with teeth
Words like a beggar, that don't speak
Crouched and bent out of shape

Rip this tongue out by the root
Shake the walls off this pale grave
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills

An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses i've made
This should not be. oh, how we curse
The tongue is a flame
Let there be grace
Fight fair!