Empyrium The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams
Lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry
Grieving art the morning songs
The love of the forests' tranquility
Just ice cold winds whisper to me
As if a wild rose were trapped
My bleeding heart
One gentle breeze of these wings and grief falls apart
Enchant
Like a dream
The Franconian woods
Enchant me
Embrace me
Franconian woods
Autumn infinity
In the vastness of countless trees
I walk through purity
Lies in the sceneries
Cast for this winter hike
I see the north and it's fountain of light
Morning from ice
The scenery of the night