Hear the tune from the woodlands
Ghastly, forlorn
Hear the song of the forest

Pale, eternal!

I carve the runes for the spirits to speak

For the ghosts to dance among these trees
I chant the spells for the dead to live
For the souls to soar among the stars


Feel the eyes, staring at you
When you are all alone

Feel the cold, invicible hands
Touching all over you


When the fullmoon reaches it's zenith
Above this pale and cold forest
I enter the circle of bones

I recite the rites, embrace the night
I call forth the ancient spirits
Whom once roared in these woods


Once alive, alive once more