The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence (Empyrium)

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry grieving art the morning songs The love of the forests' tranquility just ice cold winds whisper to me as if a wild rose were trapped my bleeding heart a gentle breeze opens wings and grief falls apart Enchant like a dream the Franconian woods Enchant me embrace me Franconian woods Autumn infinity in the vastness of countless trees I walk through 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