He Sleeps In a Grove

Cold breeze blows in a misty grove

Making dying leaves fall on the forgotten one

Sleeping in a frost-covered ground

Waiting for someone to find his lonely grave

And so did winter come over the grove

With beautiful pure white snow

Covering all tracks of struggle and fight

of an ending life

On a grove sleeping

Silently sighing

Lonely forgotten this wandering soul

Coldness is creeping

Only one sleeping

In the grove covered with cold winter snow

Northern winter in darkness and cold

Makes the icy tears spring in his lonely soul

Sitting next to his own frozen corpse

He wishes he could rest and haunt no more

After the winter came a blooming spring

White wood anemones within

Where his body rested flowers turned red

As if marking his bloodstained bed

On a grove sleeping

Silently sighing

Lonely forgotten this wandering soul

Coldness is creeping

Only one sleeping

In the grove covered with cold winter snow