I fear the light, I was always loving night thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning Dark night-the muse of my words I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks Words cannot represent what thought looses so let be led and hear The forest below the midnight shadow, the trees will spread their shroud It is time of spell beginning, of merger with eternal world of darkness We are the children of the darkness seducted by the light Moon and stars, our lives are in them Nothing but deep forest, the domination of wooden soul hides unbound beauty of shattered dreams Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow by roots chained never-dying dream Wood imperium, great and beautiful life and belief drowned in the chilly night I fear the light, I was always loving night thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning Dark night-the muse of my words I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks Words cannot represent what thought looses so let be led and hear Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow by roots chained never-dying dream Wood imperium, great and beautiful life and belief drowned in the chilly night