Carpathian Forest

Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan
as tears fall from heaven...
once I had hold the rarest rose,
But, that is now forgotten with time...
Among the tree’s I wandered,
To feel the embrace of etemal eclipse
as my candle bums out,
-And we must make the myths...
Dark is the moon at harvest,
the nightly mist approaches
through the forlorned marshes,
-Then darkness has now been achieved...
"Crush your earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled through snow and frost
my feeble heart is longing for the wood,