At night time, when shades grow longer Under an Autumn moon, The Forest wakes up and Grim and ghostly sounds out of nowhere, They cleave the thick and gloomy air Like a lightning in the storm. Old trees withered and crooked By the weight of years, They seem to look at me. I feel trod on by the power of this place As old as the world. Ancient voices without breath they flap Flap in the air full of memories and rage. Oh, please leave me alone I feel caught... Oh, I am lost! Candlelights in the darkness, Chimes in the air And the voices are torturing me Shrilling and whispering in my head. Eyes in the darkness, Spirits in the air And The Forest is calling my soul Imprisoned in this cage of my mind. I run blindly along the path Melting into the darkness I'm walking on this way Melting into the damnation Fumbling for a way out. A cold wind is blowing on my face The breath of trees on me I hope the smile of dawn could make me free A soft red light on the heights And slowly the forest stills and freezes No more sounds in air Like after a sudden awakening Trees were trying to speak to me: Their voices so deep and damned Thunder in my head. There is a hidden gate And they were telling me the way: The forest breath so deep and damned, Chimes in the air...