Here i stand like an old maple 
Hidden in the deep forest 
Frozen but surrounded by beauty 
I'm touching the flame 
She's dancing among the trees 
Prickled by the thorns of roses 
Driven by the desire to be free 
She wants to know what tomorow will be 
Lying beneath the leaves the smell 
Of earth she breathes 
The night is gloomy 
And the day is long 
In the autumn twilight 
Black flowers for the soul 
The mould on the untouched stones 
Cold as the dark 
The soil soaked in the faintness 
At that gloomy time 
Drowsy i ford through the wasteland