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In the forest, where the shadows whisper again

Cold dreams are knocking through the darkness

The moon weaves her songstress with leaves

He calls the lost in the secret darkness

Invisible footsteps are walking through the fir trees

The fog enveloped the ancient trail

Here the spirits of the forest are in an ancient rhythm

They keep a secret, forgotten light

And in the quiet whisper of the evening

I hear the voice of the wind – the call

He will tell secrets to all the forgotten

What is hidden in the heart of the forest of dreams