In The Time Before The Sun Goes Down
There Is A Mist That Hangs Low On The Fields
When The Rain Muffles Every Sound
When The Ghosts And The Gnomes Are Near
To Walk A Path In The Woods Alone
To Tread Wherever Your Feet May Go
Towards The Shine Of The Forest's Glow
Then You Will Know
This Is The Walk You Must Take On Your Loneliest Day
When Will To Live Is Long Gone Away
When In The Woods You Are Ready To Stay
For All Your Days
The Frozen Soil Will Make Your Grave
Or Perhaps You Will Swing From The Eaves
From Your Noose Tied To The Tallest Tree
In The Wind You Will Be Truly Free
See The Forest Fade Into The Sea
See The Groves Far Beneath
This Is Where You Will Always Be
Your Corpse Will Fall Into The Undergrowth Deep