My Winter Of Forgotten Souls

When the right cover s the land,

How a corpsecloth.

When the moon with's pale light

Brake through the branches to the ground.

When the fog slid through the wood

With great effort

And wraps villages and valleys with grey veil.

The day tuns to night

And the life in the dark forests wake up.

Howling wolves decide the time

Of silence and oblivion.

When the wind blows though the olds walls,

He relates the tales from the glorious battles.

Now the souls of the dead comes back

From the forgotten wood...they

Were silent witnesses from the past.

The dawn drive the right away

And with her goes the fog.

A new day has began

In this senseless life...

The night turns to day,

The life of the night goes back,

And the howling of the wolves disappears,

And the daily life returns

...that capture us.