Intense light, defined profile
Suspended in the air
In the darkness of the wood
Hand in hand, laughing
Watching me, pure kindred spirits
Of an ancient time
...
Appear on the path
The Great Black One with mantel
Diving in the fog
Is coming, the wood calls him
...Leaves his mark on the virgin snow
Lit up by the lunar's light
Of frozen, deadly night...
From the snow-covered woods
Suffocating words, attraction's great
But fear's stronger
Beast-man observes immovable
Moving in the darkness, leaves his own sign
Terror's in the people which laugh
For fear, light coming, disappear
