How different the woods are at dead of night Wayfarers on the paths of darkness walk alone Farewell chants, softly rustling wings, grey feathers Surround the road that takes them far away To the land of ghosts
Between the trees spirits and shades, a floating haze Sacred fires burning from the depths of time Going up in smoke of redwood and pine, drifting high Guide the midwinter ghosts to the stars Of the frozen sky
Spellbound we stand by the fire The words of the rite die away Weathered faces, empty eyes Merged into the forest's grey With the new dawn ashes remain Visions will fade as embers soar New spring will come, but parting ones Won't come back anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
