Life is cruel life is unfair
Do not preach to the doomed ones
Of wisdom that you do not understand
Hark in silence
When the daemon speaks of purity
If you listen very close
you can hear things in the night
A presence inhabits these woods on the autumn night
By the forest the trees the meadows in the Night
On this moonlit night
If you listen very close
you can hear things in the night
A presence inhabits these woods on the autumn night
By the forest the trees the meadows in the Night
On this moonlit night
Share not your wisdom with us
For you do not understand
It was their doom there is nothing they can do
Nothing they can do
From the window you see afar
The grim reaper dancing on the meadows
Ignorance and blindness
Cannot shine light on the wise ones path
Truth must be spoken
Some get reaped before they bloom
Do not profess to have the answers
When the depth of this void you do not comprehend
A presence inhabits these woods on the autumn night
By the forest the trees the meadows in the Night
On this moonlit night
If you listen very close
you can hear things in the night
A presence inhabits these woods on the autumn night
By the forest the trees the meadows in the Night
On this moonlit night
Share not your wisdom with us
For you do not understand
It was their doom there is nothing they can do
Nothing they can do
