The Fraconian Woods In Winter's Silence

Wrapped in morning silence of December's trees Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry Grieving art the morning songs Above the forest's tranquillity Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap My bleeding heart A gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart Enchant Like a dream The Franconian woods Enchant me Embrace me Franconian woods Caught in infinity In the vastness of countless trees O what a purity Lies in these sceneries Cursed for this winter hike I see the dawn and it's fountain of light Morning from ice The scenery of the night