The Forest Below The Midnight Shadow

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