The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence (2013' Into the Pantheon)
Wrapped in morning's silence Of these emerald streams Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry Grieving art the morning songs
Above the forest reigns tranquility Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart
Enchant like a dream, the Franconian woods Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods
Caught in infinity, In the vastness of countless trees Oh, what a purity, Lies in the sceneries
Cast for this winter hike I see the north and its fountain of light Morning from ice, The scenery of the night