Does the forest whispers
In the light of dawn?
Waving to the mistress
In the heat of the pawn
Breaking in screams
In the heart of the mist
Where the eagle seems
To celebrate a priest
By the altar of covenant
Where souls entwine
Amid a ghoul that scants
A prophecy divines
And the forest embraces
With autumns leafs
In love and grace
Drowning our grieves