Texty:
Darkwoods My Betrothed

of silence rose a man known as wise and old "We've all seen the fires And heard the tale of the hunter Hear my words when I say This autumn roars thunder

sunny morning of May My eyes try to catch up with what is going on They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid Chanting in a tongue unknown fills my

the purpose of this strange cult To quench the thirst of my curiosity I decided to step in The very moment I put my feet inside I lost my consciousness, my

lost homeland Cold winds now freeze my eyes ...Now I flee Out of this shame they caused I spread my wings To fly to a realm of my own My eyes are frozen

surrounded by solitude Evening breeze as my only friend It was a beautiful dusk of November Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end To my

a forthcoming snowstorm I hear whispering from the dark freezing winds blow through the promised land of god heralding the nocturnal rising of the black

Once in the silence of the woods In the shadows of a crescent moon The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne The ears enjoy silent songs "I have seen things

A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the riches

Amongst the cold Northern mountains He travells... Wrapped in furs And armed with a bow He is the god of winter Hear me Uller! Ride by me In the battles