Empyrium
The Franconian Woods In Winter's Silence
Wrapped in morning's silence
of December's tree
Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry
Grieving art the mourning songs
Above the forest reigns tranquility
Just ice cold winds whisper to me
As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart
One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart
A charm, like a dream,
The franconian woods
Enchant me, embrace me,
Franconian woods
Caught in infinity,
In the vastness of countless trees
Oh, what a purity,
Lies in the sceneries
Cursed for this winter hike
I see the dawn, its fountain of light
Morning glory - ethereal night
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