The northern forest lies in silent sleep.
I wander through the thoughts I cannot keep.
Above the lakes, beneath the silver streams,
The moonlit goddess paints my childhood dreams.
Is this a dream?
Or death I'm walking toward?
The first snowfall upon my skin again,
A wild untamed beauty burning from within.
The endless solitude, the forest and the sky,
The echo of my home before I die.
Where have they gone, the magic and the tales?
The witches in the swamp, the fairy trails.
I planted lily in the frozen ground,
And when the silence came, I prayed without a sound.
Is this a dream?
Or death I'm walking toward?
The first snowfall upon my skin again,
A wild untamed beauty burning from within.
The cradle of my grave, the place I lay my head,
The last of all the wilds, the last words left unsaid.
The last of the wilds...
The last of the wilds...