I fear the light, I was always loving night
Thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning
Dark night-the muse of my
words
I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence
To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with
his lips
Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks
Words cannot represent what thought looses so
let be led and hear
The forest below the midnight shadow, the trees will spread their shroud
It is time of spell beginning, of
merger with eternal world of darkness
We are the children of the darkness seducted by the light
Moon and stars, our lives are in
them
Nothing but deep forest, the domination of wooden soul
Hides unbound beauty of shattered dreams
Passion is eternal, the
forest below the midnight shadow
By roots chained never-dying dream
Wood imperium, great and beautiful
Life and belief drowned in
the chilly night
I fear the light, I was always loving night
Thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning
Dark
night-the muse of my words
I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence
To pass the land of woods, where moon
touches cold stones with his lips
Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks
Words cannot represent
what thought looses so let be led and hear
Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow
By roots chained never-dying
dream
Wood imperium, great and beautiful
Life and belief drowned in the chilly night