Wrapped in morning's silence Of December's tree Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry Grieving art the mourning songs Above the forest reigns tranquility Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart A charm, like a dream The franconian woods Enchant me, embrace me Franconian woods Caught in infinity In the vastness of countless trees Oh, what a purity Lies in the sceneries (Caught in infinity) (In the vastness of countless trees) (Oh, what a purity) (Lies in the sceneries) Cursed for this winter hike I see the dawn its fountain of light Morning glory Ethereal night...