| A cold wind roams lonely through the darkness of the undergrowth
|
| With it a horrible, murky mist that gently buries the trees beneath it
|
| The dim light of the low autumn moon is lost in infinity
|
| sea of fog and touches the tops of the fir trees only hesitantly
|
| Mysterious sounds echo frighteningly through this mystical world and
|
| Accompany my arduous path through the vastness of this labyrinth
|
| My wide-open eyes fight desperately against the grey-black wall
|
| Made of branches and hazy air, but suddenly despondent
|
| Step by step, breath by breath, I move on over the
|
| Moss-covered forest floor, ever deeper into darkness, ever further,...
|
| In a narrow clearing, a dreamy stream ripples through the ground and
|
| donates
|
| New hope, but its sounds suddenly disappear in the depths of the forest
|
| With every moment, the darkness devours more of the sparse, last light
|
| And ultimately triumphs overpoweringly
|
| I go further and further through the dense undergrowth, deeper and deeper,
|
| keep going...
|
| Fear and sheer desperation rule my soul's realm and drive mine
|
| Thoughts on the abyss of madness
|
| I roam timelessly through this darkness that seems never to end
|
| Which seems to have no end
|
| «But suddenly the fog lifts, dawn replaces night
|
| The moon sets over the tops of the dark fir trees
|
| Crystal-clear, fresh air fills the thicket with new strength for a short time
|
| But soon the all-encompassing darkness, the cold and the horror returns
|
| Back with all your might...» |