There is an ancient path
Scowling between trees
Landscapes of forest
Where the snow falls

As the sunset is coming
The coldness is invading
My body
And my blackened spirit

Take my hand and join
The darkness of cold
And now the
Grey skylines in my sight

Forever stormed,
Leaves of trees are frozen
As I walk
To these pure landscapes

When the winds
Are blowing in my face
I can feel their breath

I can listen to their songs
Their songs of poetry
And blacked melancholy

Oh .... Snowstormed forested landscapes (X 4)