Wilderness sleeps and I travel in my thoughs
over the woods and sleeping water
Lady Moon lights the sky
Paints the world in shade of north
Is this dream?
Or death where I want to return to place
where embers are giving up hope under the snow
As I step into the world, the time of wilderness
First snow fell twice
Painted the painting of my soul
This bold beauty and infinite loneliness
Of my childhood forest and sky
That beauty echoes through this journey
As the morning dawns, night tells it's story
Bold is beauty and my infinite loneliness
That's what man longs for his soul
The grave of my cradle, the place of my grave
is the last one in the wilderness
Where did the others go?
Swampwitches and towers of the maiden
and the coniferous trees in the shadows
I planted a lily of the valley into eversnow
And as the silence came, I relyed on the future
