SLICING THROUGH THE DARKNESS, REFLECTED BY THE MOON THE SILVER LONELY RAY OF LIGHT FALL TO THE ANCIENT TOMBS MYSTERIOUS THE TOMBSTONE, WHICH LIE ON THE DAMP EARTH IT COVERS BY THE FALLING LEAVES, FELL SOFT WIND FROM THE NORTH
I HEAR THE VOICE OF FOREST WHICH TELLS ME TO GO AWAY FROM THAT'S PLACE, BECAUSE IF I DECIDE TO STAY I WILL MEET MY DEATH BECOME THE SLAVE THE SLAVE OF THIS FORGOTTEN GRAVES
I WANT TO GO BACK, BUT SOMETHING HOLDS ME THE OSIERS WEAVES AROUND MY NECK THORNS CUT ME, WHEN I TRY TO FREE BLOOD DROPS FALL TO THE LITTLE CRACK
I HEAR THE VOICE OF FOREST WHICH TELLS ME TO GO AWAY FROM THAT'S PLACE, BECAUSE IF I DECIDE TO STAY I WILL MEET MY DEATH BECOME THE SLAVE THE SLAVE OF THIS FORGOTTEN GRAVES
I WANT TO GO BACK, BUT SOMETHING HOLDS ME THE OSIERS WEAVES AROUND MY NECK THORNS CUT ME, WHEN I TRY TO FREE BLOOD DROPS FALL TO THE LITTLE CRACK
I HEAR THE VOICE OF FOREST WHICH TELLS ME TO GO AWAY FROM THAT'S PLACE, BECAUSE IF I DECIDE TO STAY I WILL MEET MY DEATH BECOME THE SLAVE THE SLAVE OF THIS FORGOTTEN GRAVES