Carpathian Forest

[R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind]
At the great wood's mouth,
by the deep cave's door.
I listened to something
I had heard before.
The wood's mouth.
In a field I am the absence.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
And in silence I observe
When I walk I part the air
and always the air moves in.
To fill the spaces