Слова:
Whispering Forest Of Shadows And Pale Light

orchid, the black one and only. Now crown me with that, and bless me goodbye... Now pick up the orchid, the black one and only. Crown me with that,

clap and keep running even if awake. There is no telling how I yearn to fly with this wintery bird. She would sit next to me and eat from my hand. Together

When hate and fear become united, and blackness veils this ground. Stand here with your heart so cold, and hope for the death of the sun. See the rise

symphony, sad songs of the dying ones. I can hear the symphony, symphony of the dying swans. In darkened copse, are whispering shadows. From the blackened forest

and covering light of the moon Pale cold moon be my guide Through this forest of the dawn Enchanted wolves lead the way To the land of infinity and

pale shadow The voices around me Screams in my soul and heart Where are they? What are they? Their faces I can't see Bur they are in my dark forest Crawling