When I reached so far Conducted by forces I could not seize I walked as on the crest of a mountain With realm of pest below Suddenly with surrounding snowfall Although the season debared from it Covered all the land Before I came to return to my conscience Walking on the sorrow’s path Which was never here I gazed at the snowcovered crowns’ And wondered at their growing majesty My journey through a black passage Led me to the heart of the forest Into it’s thickest sphere Darkest, striking with it’s beauty Where sun is for ever veiled By the branches of ancient oaks Phantoms were dancing on my path Hoaxed me into thicket Ravens croaked over my closed eyelids Sending word of a stranger’s presence But those for which the wood is the soul And they are the soul of the wood Haven’t destined me the enemy’s part Then the inferior ones took flight As scolded by mighty hand Then the forest showed its true face Huge power overwhelmed Immortality opened before me Horizon became endless Deathly wind blew tearing the heavens A voice thundered in my soul Rejection of weakness is my destiny And unity with essence… The obscure storm came To celebrate the ritual And the great battle started Under the rising fullmoon To appear in my heart A new aeon of darkness